Parlez-vous français? About a month ago I was in France, driving around the idyllic Normandy countryside. My companions were my twenty-two year old son and my sweet, but feisty eighty-five year old aunt. Blue skies, rolling hills, little humidity, temperatures ranging from the upper seventies to the lower eighties, abundant farm fields and pastureland, cows – lots of cows, and no mosquitoes – that’s right, NO mosquitoes – Normandy is awesome! For me, it’s pretty much what heaven will be like. For two weeks my aunt fed us – simple and delicious French fare – cheese, cream and baguettes. I didn’t want to exhaust my aunt or bore my son, so we would have these little road trip excursions seeing the sights of Normandy. Normally, I like driving. Imagine being in a rental car driving stick on narrow, winding, hilly roads with aggressive European drivers. Now imagine a...