Good gravy, this is about 8 months late. But since I started writing it months ago, I gotta get it out there before I move onto our latest adventures, which led me to cleaning up the harddrive so I could make room to upload the photos off the camera from, yes, almost a year ago. Jeez, please bear with me...
Last August we were invited to join our friends Fede, Rohan and their kids Boris and Maria, who rented a house in the Ardeche region in the middle of France. It was a gorgeous little village sat upon a hill, called St Thome. No shops, no real streets (seriously side-view-mirror-grazing paths not for the squeamish), just an old church surrounded by a lord's estate and a few other jumbled bungalows. It was ever so charming with it's interconnected cobblestone paths and steps and roofs. We stayed for a week and drove around to visit different sites.
It's always a wonder to me, as an American, to see buildings and monuments that have withstood the test of the past thousand or so years. It's so magnificent and humbling but also a little repellant. Some of these tiny villages seem to be stuck there, stagnant, holding onto traditions and ideals that no longer apply to the modern world. And yet, I can't help but be in awe of it and respect it and wish that for just an instant I could be witness to those lives of long ago in all their simple, stinky rotten glory.
So as well as wandering around picturesque villages, we visited farmers' markets for local produce, swimming spots along the river, we also spent some time with some local natural winemakers. It's quite fascinating, this band of misfits, doing things the old fashioned way. Meaning their wines contain nothin but grapes, no ash, no sulfites, no chemicals of any kind, and are allowed to ferment in special barrels for x amount of time. One such wine maker, Andrea Calek, threw a huge party/wine tasting event that put most festival parties to shame. Winers from all over France and Spain brought endless bottles to share; there was a band, tents in the fields, and enough drunken antics to disturb the neighbors until the wee hours.
There was also canoeing, spelunking, and some serious fruit eating. Being in France in summer is a good idea. Peaches, plums, nectarines, strawberries. Mmmm....
All in all, a fab week, with great people, eating delicious food in a beautiful place. What more could you ask for? Check it out...
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| on the train, drinkin juice watchin Octonauts |
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| mmmmm |
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| so happy to be off the train after nearly 8 hours |
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| Rohan came to get us at the station in Montelimar, waiting for Hopper to burn it off |
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| the house had a pool with this view! |
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| wine party!!!!! |
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| fun for everyone |
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| not officially a judge, but picked a few faves |
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| nearby village |
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| so cute together |
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| small but refreshing (though it did turn a most peculiar color and needed maintenance = out of order for 3 days) |
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| famous natural bridge, its beauty enjoyed by thousands everyday |
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| does not want to get in |
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| game of catch, trying to lure him further into the water |
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| just water! |
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| love how big days out means sleeping on the way home |
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| view from entrance of Madeleine caves |
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| spectacular tour of massive cave with all sorts of different formations |
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| oh my oh my it's The Howl!!!!! |
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| full moon rise over St Thome |
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| this is the hanging gardens at the top of a castle, doesn't it look like ground level? |
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| OK, i've canoed at a few spots along rivers in various places in the world, but this was by far the scariest. at more than one point, i had to get out of the canoe and walk it across rocks. and go over rapids and steer between big boulders at speed. fun. but happy i didn't know before how mighty that river was, i may not have gone |
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| perhaps we shouldn't have taken this dude's advice |
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| off I go, into 3 hours of wondering if we went the right way! |
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| Rohan and Maria, and Boris had his own canoe |
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| just hanging at the local joue de boules square |
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| "high speed" train home |
