Today we drove around the Provencal countryside, stopping in the old stacked rock village outside of Gourdes where we found shells, pottery shards, and tomato paste cans from the 1990's. It was archaeological. Jon wore this jaunty straw hat that was found in the crazy house with many rooms. It keeps us in the mood.
We stopped at a roadside wineryfor a little degustation (wine tasting). We rang the bell at the small hut and out came an idiosyncratic French vintner to pour the wines. After a few wines he noticed Leah looked somewhat bored. He looked toward a field and let out several whistles, presumably to call his dog. We all expectantly looked in that direction for a dog to come trotting out and, instead, out came a donkey at full gallop. I nearly fell off my chair at the hilarity. Then the donkey began braying and egging us on until we laughed so hard that Axel started to cry. If you ever expect dog and get donkey you'll see exactly how comical this can be.
We drove halfway up the Ventoux (Jon rode all the way up yesterday on his bike, but it was closed to cars) and stopped at a nice restaurant for the long Provencal lunch. Let's just say we're not having dinner tonight. Below is a photo of a bike shop at the start of the climb (from the Bedoin side). You can make out the Ventoux in the background.
At the retaurant Leah and Axel played in the snow. Axel's pants got so wet that we had to remove them. For the rest of the day he wore a coat as pants. Jon called them his Hammer Pants (see the oddly attired family, below).
We drove through the red ochre village of Roussillon. The dirt was so bright red in places it looked downright unnatural. We didn't get out because Axel was still in his Hammer Pants.
We like cats. Even scaredy cats.
We stopped at a roadside wineryfor a little degustation (wine tasting). We rang the bell at the small hut and out came an idiosyncratic French vintner to pour the wines. After a few wines he noticed Leah looked somewhat bored. He looked toward a field and let out several whistles, presumably to call his dog. We all expectantly looked in that direction for a dog to come trotting out and, instead, out came a donkey at full gallop. I nearly fell off my chair at the hilarity. Then the donkey began braying and egging us on until we laughed so hard that Axel started to cry. If you ever expect dog and get donkey you'll see exactly how comical this can be.
We drove halfway up the Ventoux (Jon rode all the way up yesterday on his bike, but it was closed to cars) and stopped at a nice restaurant for the long Provencal lunch. Let's just say we're not having dinner tonight. Below is a photo of a bike shop at the start of the climb (from the Bedoin side). You can make out the Ventoux in the background.
At the retaurant Leah and Axel played in the snow. Axel's pants got so wet that we had to remove them. For the rest of the day he wore a coat as pants. Jon called them his Hammer Pants (see the oddly attired family, below).
We drove through the red ochre village of Roussillon. The dirt was so bright red in places it looked downright unnatural. We didn't get out because Axel was still in his Hammer Pants.
We like cats. Even scaredy cats.
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Butters has attacked Spencer twice now, unprovoked, which looks awful (bruised fang marks and scratches to the legs, icky), but was really pretty funny. Even Spencer was all, "BUTTERS CAME OUT OF NOWHERE AND TRIED TO KILL ME!" and then laughed his head off. Butters has been hiding under the desk chair and pounces when Spencer gets too close. We're trying to pay more attention to him so that he doesn't resort to terrorist tactics to get a nice petting. :-)