The next day we got up and had
a hearty trucker breakfast, then began our drive south.
It was uneventful except for the jet lag. After a few hours on the autoroute we had to find ways to stay awake. While I was driving I tried talking, which promptly put Val to sleep. Sadly, this reminded me of a few of the dates I went on back in the day. Ok, most of them.
It was uneventful except for the jet lag. After a few hours on the autoroute we had to find ways to stay awake. While I was driving I tried talking, which promptly put Val to sleep. Sadly, this reminded me of a few of the dates I went on back in the day. Ok, most of them.
About five o’clock we rolled
into the driveway of our rental, the same place we rented last year. It
was almost like coming home!
The proprietors were there to
greet us and gave us a few tasty treats as housewarming gifts. Actually,
it wasn’t a few; it was more like a cornucopia. They gave us homemade
jams and jellies made out of pear, plum, fig, apricot, orange and quince.
Plus four jars of homemade tomato sauce, a bottle of local olive oil, two
bottles of water and three bottles of wine. We may not need to shop for a
while, except for wine – you can never have too much French wine.
After a light supper we conked
right out and slept the sleep of the dead. The next morning we got up
bright and early and did what anyone would do on their first day in Provence –
we logged into ESPN.com and watched the Stanford women’s basketball game.
Gotta keep our priorities straight.
KVS
Nice digs
Val already drank the rest of the wine
Allez Stanford !
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