Tonight's conversation started with Hubby mentioning that he had met Bob Irwin, the late Crocodile Hunter's father. That led, naturally to his son, and other adventurous men.
We then wandered on to discuss one of our favourite TV shows, Bear Grylls.
The family reminisced about an episode where Bear joins in a French Foreign Legion boot camp, and the question came up, 'What is the French Foreign Legion?'
I looked in Wikipedia and learned that is was founded in 1831, is still an important part of the French military, and has fought in almost all French wars. I was interested to read that a large number of refugees find sanctuary in the ranks. A few of years of honourable service in the FFL offers citizenship, even though there are no FFL forces based in France except during war.
So we talked of rogues and new identities and soldiers and spies.
We sat around our table and agreed we'd rather be here than wrestling crocs, eating spiders or serving France in a war zone. My spaghetti and meatballs weren't wonderful, but they were definitely better than some other options...