This afternoon we took a train to a "suburb" of Lyon to spend a few hours with one of our preceptors' families. This preceptor has gone above and beyond this month for us, even allowing us to borrow family's dishes for cooking.
We were honored for the invite to his home and looked forward to meeting his wife and children. His wife is also a pharmacist but is not working at the moment. They have a set of twins (boy and girl) who are 2 and a newborn baby boy that was born right before we came.
Our preceptor is one busy man and poor thing has not had an opportunity to spend time with newborn and family. He started his paternity 11 day holiday yesterday. (holidays by the way are outrageous here::: 9 weeks a year they MUST take and only 35 hr work weeks)
I knew from our interactions with Him, he was a probably a great father and it was great seeing him in his element outside of work.
They treated us to a local bakeries pastries which were awesome and American coffee\tea.
During conversation, my babies came up and I showed them pictures and tried to explain a little of our story. His wife was genuinely interested and kept coming back to topic and would ask me different questions. During our afternoon stroll (because the weather was perfect today) method plainer they had considered adoption prior to having the twins. It made my heart happy to talk about my babies but also to interact with their kids. I've had baby withdrawals and so it was great to spend time with a real family at a real home in france with real lives.
We cooked dinner for second night in a row in room and it was great both nights.
The next two days will be very busy repacking for spain, laundry, checking out of residence, finalizing presentation we give Friday morning to french students and finishing 10 page paper we must turn into UT.
After 20 years of school, it is surreal to think about Friday being my last official day as a student.
May is quickly approaching and graduation is right around the comer.
Looking forward to celebrating with friends and family when I return.



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