Happy Bastille Day!
Haven't updated in awhile and for that, I am sorry. As I said last time, the days really just blow by me like minutes lately. Of the weeks events, most were of the normal fair. I headed to the market on Tuesday, and we had the table d'hôte. I also lounged around the pool, started a new book and went for a walk.
However, this week also hosted a few different events as well.
Miriam left Monday evening for Holland; however, a large part of the day was taken by going into Avignon for Paul's final check up with the doctor. While Paul and Miriam talked to the surgeon, I wandered the sales at the mall. I've found in my experiences abroad that malls, with the exception of the Meadowhall Mall in Shefield (look it up, it's HUGE) are a fairly universal concept. Though, in Europe, you seem to often find grocery stores attached. I don't know what to entirely think of the idea when I wonder what it would be like to have a Meijer and a Macy's in the same building.
The good news is though that Paul, who had cut a tendon in his hand prior to my arrival, is able to drive. Wonderful news considering Miriam's departure later that night.
Tuesday, as stated, was market day once again. And once again, I wandered the stalls and bought a few things to bring home as gifts. Sometimes, I think I'm more worried about bringing something back for everyone than I am about getting cute things for myself. I consider far too many people gift worthy. You should all stop being amazing.
Another wonderful meal, as prepared by Yordi. Crepes and goat cheese, pork fillet mignon, chocolate mousse and creme brulee rounded out with guitar music. While the food was fantastic as always, what I enjoyed this week was the opportunity to converse with people my age from different parts of the world. I've once again learned that I spend far too much time on the internet, but that the excessive number of cousins I have (love you guys) is not as strange in Europe as it is in United States. Dad's 200+ is still strange, and I received yet another confirmation that my family is, in fact, weird.
The wind picked up as soon as it hit Wednesday, and the dinner ended with everyone scrambling to get things off of the table so it wouldn't blow away. It rained and stormed through the morning, but the afternoon proved nice enough to walk to the postbox.
Today is Bastille Day in France, and to celebrate, we will hopefully be going out to see fireworks in Vaison once it gets dark. However, we also went for hike on the Mount Ventoux today. Moun Ventoux is a very popular biking destination especially since it was featured in the Tour de France a few years ago. Paul has biked up several times and enjoyed commenting about which bikers he thought would make it to the top as we passed them in the car. It was one thing to walk up the Ventoux; I'm pretty sure I will never reach the top by bike. The view from the mountain is amazing considering that even though it was hazy in the distance, you could still see the alps. We climbed over rocks and under trees while following the small rock piles that marked the path. We didn't go all the way up to the top, but maybe we can drive up there one day. I am surprisingly not sore, though I'm sure that will catch up with me tomorrow. Hiking has proven to be an activity that I enjoy. I've always loved being in the woods, and it has been something I've wanted to do for sometime. Must do it more once I get back into the states. Who wants to go hiking with me?
Hiking was followed by a delicious and large lunch consisting of salad, lamb and ice cream. I'm having toast and tea for dinner and maybe breakfast and lunch tomorrow as well I ate so much. Then a shower, watched an episode of Royal Pains online and now I'm sitting here updating my blog.
I'm tired though, so I'm going to eat something.
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