Yesterday we met the most sincere lady who warmly invited us to the family wine cave as if we were old friends. We had a personal guided tour of the wine production site, from where the grape harvest is dropped off, right to through to the bar and the end product. Which tasted delicious! And all conducted in 100% French, which I was pleased with, as I'd say we generally understood most of what she was telling us, especially about the friend from Minneapolis in America who had recently had open heart surgery and was recovering well!
Well today we have seen truly spectacular sights as we drove up a big hill in our attempt to get close to Spain. The look of joy on Ed's face as he was driving will not be forgotten, nor will the sudden realisation that the road in the distance ahead (up an even steeper hill) would be the one we would eventually take. Needless to say, he did enjoy the drive and we stopped at the top to take the obligatory photo. Sadly the photo will never do it justice, but here it is anyway.Another moment assigned to memory, one to share, one to smile about.
Clare
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