...the colonial ex-master that is. Yes, getting ready to leave the bled and spend some time in France.
Looking forward to some things, like regular hot showers, dishes that don't involve lamb or legumes, being able to actually go out for a walk, not having all eyes on me even when I'm in the back seat of the car, controlling the remote, seeing pets other than birds (am so amused by the number of young men who take their caged birds along with them when they're hanging out with their friends), going to the movies, sitting in a café etc., etc.
Things I will miss: family, family, family, kesra, chorba frik & bourek (oh that's right, there are so many paisanos in France I won't need to go through withdrawal when it comes to N. African food), the view of the mountains, 70 degrees (and mosquitos) in January, "Volf" the permanently chained guard dog I grew to love (and feel terribly sorry for), the lambs and chickens who graze in front of the villa, seeing Boutef saluting at the airport every evening on the news, Algerian pizza with one black olive per slice, hearing the adhan, being able to buy the latest dvd's for mere pennies, hearing darija 24/7.
And the list goes on...