The best sandwich in the world
long ago that I wanted to tell the story of the best sandwich in the world. So here it is.
nearly 2 years ago, two or three weeks about, I was summoned to an interview at a college in a few hours drive from Montreal. I had just finished the writing my memory, very long and painful process, for reasons so little intrinsic truth, a process that was completed by one year nightmare several respects, and that concludes that several months after the filing of my memory. When the announcement came that interview, so I was torn between the feeling that it was too, until I could not miss this occasion and the feeling that I was so exhausted and so little ready to get away from my beloved yet it was impossible.
Driven by a sense of duty, I decided that I could not miss this opportunity and I embarked with Amelia in a car a few days later, with some luggage and books and a glaze re that we had bought for the occasion, filled with food prepared by my loving devotion. So the both excited by this adventure (it was our first road trip !), anxious and heart a little heavy - as if I were with my love, I left behind yet ; re someone dear to me already - we took the road north. While running, I reread the beating heart Next Episode which was to focus on the lesson I was preparing for this interview.
Our first stop was in a small inn, about midway in the corner of Mont-Laurier. It was in the middle of the woods, we had to take a dirt road to get there. We we lost along the way and called him, desperate at the hostel. After a few detours, we finally found our hostel. It was late and it was already very dark when we saw almost nothing of the place but when we entered our room I was amazed rustic-style . And also tortured because it was a perfect place to stay in love but I was already so exhausted by the road I saw how hard I re ussirais to continue to prepare for my interview tomorrow. Since he had yet, I climbed the ladder that led me to the mezzanine and settle there for work while Amelie slept and slept in our bed because so cute lead for several hours the next morning.
the middle of the night I collapsed, exhausted physically and morally. I would never be able to be ready, I decided at that time, wrongly and rightly, of course. I descended the ladder and joined Amelie in bed in tears, telling him that I would not go to the interview that I was incapable, I would never be ready, I was too tired. Convinced that I was seized by a moment of doubt, my beloved tells me that it no sense, I'd obviously ready, as I could, I'd done it thousands of times working far beyond my strength. I was reluctant, she began to gripe against me, convinced I was doing a scene and willing to pull myself together. I cried more than ever to prove my complete collapse. I realized that my love is truly exhausted, that I lacked confidence not just suddenly and she hugged me until I calmed down, then I say it would seek some thing in the car to prepare a snack. It was about three o'clock in the morning. Amelia returned with sandwiches she had prepared over the cooler. She had concocted with the nine grain bread from our bakery, ham, Boursin and arugula. We ate our sandwiches in our charming bed, wrapped in pink bedspread kitschy and charming at once. I was suddenly so well after this collapse. Not only my sandwich was really the most delicious I had eaten, he was the symbol of all the love and devotion of all my Amelia, capable of both love the hardest and love the most tender.
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