St Martin's Day, later in the day

In fact, I am French and a trip to Australia in 2005 changed my life completely.
I travelled quite a lot in my youth, but nothing like Australia. I was born in France, but brought up in part in the French West Indies, sailing across the Atlantic ocean five times. My dearest wish ,on being back to Europe ,was to go back there as soon as I could. I did it twice with my husband and even with my daughter the last time.But ,now that I have discovered Australia,all I am dreaming of is to fly back to the land of Aussies,and , most of all to Alice Springs.
Last year, our guide told us about the film "A Town Like Alice" ,as our bus was approaching the town. Very romantic story! How I hate that Alice Springs airport! Too much crying each leaving day...
And as in the film, I missed you, Marty.
I will see tomorrow if we will be in touch again thanks to the web. Each encounter of this kind scares. I am dreading your attitude,especially these days.Poor French lady in front of her computer.