Originally posted on the fuoricitta blog.
We have been traveling for the last two weeks plus a few days. In France. It’s been good. We started out in Aveyron, staying in a hamlet the size of four houses called La Lavande not too far from Villefranche de Rouerge. While the volcano in Iceland was trying to settle itself,we stayed put until we needed to pack up the car, lock up the house we had rented, and drive to Burgundy for my stage at the L’Ecole du Vins et des Terroirs. The stage was in French and focused on the soil and plant life in the natural vineyard. Really, it was an intensive on how to change the way you think. Needless to say, I am still sorting through new vocabulary, new information, new thoughts, new philosophies and I sense this will all take a long time to filter.
Now, we are in Paris, one of our favorite and most frequented cities. We have a dear friend with an apartment here and somehow, we seem to end up on her doorstep at the end of every April. This will be the 5th year in a row that we’ve spent Caleb’s birthday here which is today. Not only have we been overwhelmed by the last two weeks of tasting and thinking, we are now confronted with the one big taste that is Paris. We are a bit stupid with the same awe we feel every time we visit here.
We will try to both back-track and to move foreward now that we have a connection to the wider world. But it’s sometimes hard to go back in time while you are still being distracted by so many bright shiny things in front of you….
So hang on. Here we go–