Trip Start Jun 23, 2008
28Trip End Apr 01, 2009
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The downside to the market was the heat. In the shade it must have been 95 degrees and there was no wind to speak of. At noon we met up with Britta's mother and sister for a drink at a sidewalk café. Luckily, Britta thought ahead and picked up a sandwich (ham and butter on a fresh-baked baguette - yum!) at a stand in the market and pain au chocolate (chocolate filled buttery pastry like no other) from a nearby bakery. With our treats in hand and a freshly poured ice cold Heineken, we were all set. Time for the bike journey home, but this time in the midday sun. Getting home involved riding up all the steep hills we had rode so freely down to get there. Push peddle push. Go go go. D o n ' t. G i v e. U p . We were out of shape, tired and we needed water. The Heineken didn't help. Once home and rehydrated, lunch preparations began. We had carrot salad, rotisserie chicken, bread, cheese and wine. As usual, the wine flowed freely and by 3pm, I was ready for my afternoon nap under the front yard's big olive tree. Intending to wake up refreshed, I instead awoke sticking with sweat to my mat; the shade had moved revealing the scorching sun. The crickets continued chirping their cacophonic summer song.
It was only 5pm and there was still lots to do ahead; the next activity was to play boules with the family in the town square. Boules is a French game similar to lawn bowling or Italian bocce. Luckily, the rules are simple. A tiny wooden ball, the cochoner, is thrown 20-30 feet away, and each player aims for it with a boule - a heavy metal ball about the size of a baseball. The player who hits furthest away throws again until all the boules have been thrown. You can either attempt to "place" the boules next to the cochoner can choose to "shoot" the boules and swiftly knock out your opponent
Since this day is turning out to be pretty long, I won't bore you with all the details of dinner. However, since dinner tends to be the same every night, it won't take long to hash it out - salad, olives, bread, wine, cheese. That's it. There you have it. By the way, you may have noticed I have eaten quite a lot of bread so far. If there is one line of truth in this whole blog it is this: French bread is the most delicious food on earth and if possible should be eaten with every meal. Bon appetite!