Plan B

If all else fails and whatever life I'm working on now doesn't work out, I will move to the hills of Santa Fe. I will find the German wizard from the farmers market and ask him to make me his apprentice. I will learn the fine art of artisan bread baking. Or I might seek out a creamery in a far off cloister that reminds me of Mont St. Michel and I will make cheese. I will bake breads and fashion cheeses and eke out a quiet but delicious life in the narrow streets of Paris.