This ain't no flyover country

La Camargue is known for its wild horses, salt flats, and historic cities of Aigues-Mortes and Saintes Maries de le mer. Our AirBNb was smack dab in the middle of the Camargue, but as I mentioned last time, not near any kind of civilization—except horseback riding outfits. The day dawned partly cloud and slightly windy, but Brigitte assured. me it was not going to rain. We just had to go and few kilometers down the road to the stable. We had a brief stop for the shepherd to

Reluctantly, we packed our bags to leave Menerbes. This beautiful, quiet, tranquil place is so restful. But alas, we are off to Aix en Provence to see the market and try to find the house where I lived with a family for three weeks in 1993. We weren’t sure if Francois and Maria would have breakfast today because we were leaving or if it would be 9 am again because that is what we requested yesterday. So we had our bags by the gate unsure of whether to leave or go on the ope

I’ve been trying very hard to not have a lot of goals for every day, but if you know me, I have a hard time with that. However, the only thing I wanted to do today was to see the ochre cliffs near Roussillon. But the day started a bit off kilter. I got out of bed thinking I’d rekindle the fire and do yoga, take a walk and drop a blog before breakfast. Amy asked me what time It was and it was then I realized it was 8:50 and we were scheduled for breakfast with Maria and Franco