Trip Start Mar 31, 2006
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Pascal and Brigitte are the two owners of the Bed and Breakfast which is set off in a little village about 15 minutes drive from the main city, set off in the valleys of the countryside. The area is quite amazing. The grass is a deep green and when contrasted with the baby blue color of the sky containing just a few puffy white clouds, the grass looks almost artificial.
After we arrived at the Bed and Breakfast Pascal was quick to rush both Reece and I out the door. However, we were soon to learn that he was going to give us a tour of the local villages, but Pascal had another agenda for the tour...cigarettes
Pascal drove Reece and I around to a few villages which lasted about 3 hours in which he smoked almost an entire pack of cigarettes. The entire ride through the French country side was filled with Pascal singing French songs while repeating to us, as if he forgot the first 5 times he said, that the French eat good, drink a lot, and make llllooooovvveeeee.
Now mind you Pascal is in his late 50's but appears to have the labido of an 18 year old boy. It's almost as if he fit the stereotype of a typical French male to a 'T.'
Once we returned Reece and I were told to shower up and prepare for a simple French meal. Well if by simple you mean 2 bottles of white wine as a starter, with pieces of bread smeared with a duck meat spread, followed by a huge salad filled with cut up boiled eggs, bacon, and fresh veggies, ever so lightly tossed in a vinagrette dressing...all for a starter. After the salad we moved to a Guinea Hen and a mushroom stuffing which made your mouth water, accompanied by steamed veggies, and of course multiple bottles of Red wine.
After the main dish was completed we moved on to a plethora of cheeses and bread which had to be washed down with a wine each time, insisted by Pascal, in order to taste the next type of cheese you were about to have.
Now at about the cheese tasting Reece and I looked at each other as if our stomachs were about to explode because this was the most food we had eaten the entire time we traveled. However, after the cheese came the fruit salad, which was the perfect ending to a perfect meal all prepared by Brigitte.
Reece and I went to bed with our bellies full and needless to say, aside from the donkey screeching a few times in the night we slept well.
(side note: I had never heard a donkey screech until I spent a night at the B and B, so waking up in the middle of the night to that sound confused me for a few seconds)