Me: Hank, what was your favorite part of the trip?
Hank: John and Madeleine!
Pai: That was everyone’s favorite part.
Me: What was your second favorite part?
Me: Mine was seeing Saint-Cirq-Lapopie and, of course, the cave at Pech Merle. Did you think the world looked like that underneath, Hank?
Hank: Yes! I did. And I would be as brave as the kids who found the drawings. I would if I saw a cave.
Pai: You can be brave like that as long as you are never alone and you always tell us where you are going.
Me: And you Papa?
Pai: The cave, the food, La Roque Gagneac… Just being there, everything was my favorite.
Me: And the market at Sarlat!
Hank: The chocolate place! And our snails!
Me: Oh yes, Clarence, Terrance, and Francis! They were lovely friends, so wonderful of them to stop over to play with us, and they were also traveling.
Hank: Practically the whole figueira (fig tree)!
Pai: We missed a bunch of things.
Me: Like Josephine Baker’s Castle!!! That can only mean one thing…
Pai: We will have to go back.
Hank: That is my wish.
Hank: So, tomorrow, you are going to pick me up after my first snack.
Hank: And we are not taking a taxi or the bus?
Me: No, we will park our car at the airport.
Hank: Oh! So we are doing Ballet parking.
Me: Yes. They come out dressed in tutus and toe shoes and preform an excerpt of Swan Lake while parking the car.
Me: You are certainly from the North** now… Valet. V- V- Valet parking not B- B- Ballet parking.
**People in the north of Portugal say the B sound instead of V
Me: Alfredo, is there a University in Maine that we discussed?
Me: Maine. Lobster Rolls? People who say, “ah-yah?” Puffins? Did we have a conversations about a job in Maine?
Pai: Are you crazy? I would freeze in Maine.
Me: Must have been a dream then.
Hank: I don’t dream.
Me: Really? I am a big dreamer. I love to dream.
Hank: Sometimes when I am sleeping I see a story in my head and I can watch it.
Pai: Hank, that is a dream.
Hank: Once I saw that I was taking a shower and the bathtub was full of birds.
Hank: Yes! I was a little afraid that some would pica (bite) me.
Me: Were they little birds or big birds?
Hank: Little birds.
Me: Were the birds doing the splashy rain dance that birds do to get clean?
Me: Wow, what a great dream.
Hank: Another time I saw in my head that I was surrounded by vampires and bats and that was when I woke up with my nosebleed.
Pai: Were they sparkly?
Hank: Was that a pesadelo?
Me: What is a pesadelo?
Pai: A nightmare.
Me: Nightmares make you terrified. Were you terrified?
Hank: Um. I don’t remember because the real blood was more scary when I woke up.
Me: No doubt.