Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Burgundy, bovine, birthday, bicycles and barges

Deck view with personal herd of cow
After a long drive north with the vacationing eurozone, we drove east from the town of Beaune into the Burgundy hills. The scenery immediately became different, rolling hills of deep green, dotted with cows. We wove our way from the main highway to our tiny village of Benoisey. Our house here is a restored farm house owned by Judy & family from the UK and lovingly restored by her family. As we opened the old keyhole gate to the nondescript entrance we caught our breath at the view just inside. It overlooked the deep, wide valley, down to the Canal du Bourgogne.

It was my great good fortune to ring in my 55 birthday here. Jeff, always the hero went out that first morning here and came home with the internet (a hotspot). That’s all I wanted was to be able to send text and emails to keep up with Team  Rowlett. The roses and the crement were icing on the cake. We jumped on our bikes and had a lovely ride down the canal. As it was Sunday and it’s pretty rural, we’d planned a special birthday dinner that we would cook from prunes we’d brought from the Lot Valley and rabbit. The perfect way to ring in the new year.

Burgundy must have the most contented and healthy cows on the planet. We had our own little herd of cows in the small pasture just below our house. Strong bulls, playful calves, and sweet faced heifers.  All makers of the incredible selection of local cheeses (epoisses, my new personal favorite!), butter, fromage blanc, crème, yogurt and milk. Also future boeuf bourguignon.


A beautiful week in burgundy, sorry to say goodbye. But we are now in Paris and onto way too much to see before we fly out on 8/25.

The view from the deck
Just down the road, Courcelles du Montbard


Birthday bike ride selfie



Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Provence: Vacationing with the French

We left Monsemprom-Libos and took the southern route into Provence. When we hit the main road south of Toulouse that heads east towards the French Riveria and southern Provence, we hit the masses. Cars loaded with families and all their vacation paraphernalia like bikes, pillows, suitcases, pets, and more.

We had chosen a northern Provence destination (Orange) for this reason: We knew that we would be vacationing with the French. And the rest of the European Union that travels to the south of France for vacation.

The house we rented was on the hill above the old part of the city of Orange, a view towards Mount Ventoux. Our lovely host Marylene spoke no English and welcomed us with fresh ratatouille, local goat cheese, peaches, tomatoes, and a chilled bottle of  Tavel rose, some Provencal specialties. After our long drive, we appreciated this generous welcome. We settled in.

The only downfall with Maison du Marylene was no wifi. That led us to L’Academie du Billards, owned by a lovely young woman named Jenny and her family. She had studied in Iowa and Seattle for two years and made us feel right at home. Jeff went to the cell phone store to recharge our pay as you go cellular chip and ran into Marylene who was purchasing a hotspot for us. Voila, we had wifi and a new English speaking friend.

Orange is in the Cotes du Rhone (note: should be hats above the “o”s there, can’t figure it out in blogspot!), an amazing wine growing area so we hired a wine guide to show us around and help us understand what made it so great. Simple: Terrior (Chip, it was like you were right there!). The soil is rocky, chalky or sandy all around the area, dry and perfect for stressing grapes. Mike from Wine Safari took us through vineyards in Chateaunuef du Pape and Gigondas showing us the different grapes, soils and growing methods. And then, of course, the wine tastings. Two family run wineries and both were fantastic. Mike was a great source of information and we understood why the wines were so dang good that we tasted.

Provence is littered with well-preserved Roman sites and Orange has an amazing 2000+ year-old roman theatre that we could look down into from the park across the street from our house. Marylene showed us how to watch a simulcast of the opera that was being preformed on Tuesday there so we saw the inside on the TV, listening to Italian opera (Othello) with French subtitles. They also have a great market on Wednesday morning and we stocked up with lots of local produce, cheese, oils and goodies. The Theater is the main draw to Orange so it was easy to avoid the vacationing masses.

We ventured off into the Luberon region and we got a taste for what our friend David referred to as the “heaving masses”. Bus loads of Japonese, French and other European tourists. Of course there’s a good reason why so many people come here: It’s a beautiful area with picturesque villages sprinkled among red rock hills. We went to Roussillon, along with hundreds of our closed friends. It was lovely, set among ochre and red hills above a verdant valley. I’d love to visit Provence on the off-season to explore more of this diverse region of France. Mike the wine guy said “We don’t see many Americans here in August”, and I thought that’s because the smart ones wait until September! You only travel to France in August once!

Leaving Orange, we again experienced the notorious French vacation traffic jams with heavy volumes going north. We entertained ourselves by watching license plates from other Euro-zone countries and guessing how much the next toll would be. Once we passed Lyon, left them masses and entered Burgundy, a sweet relief from the traffic.


view from Roussillon

Cheap seats to for the Roman theater in Orange


View towards Les Dentelles from the Gigondas vineyards 

100 year old grenache vines at Chateauneuf du Pape

Monday, August 4, 2014

Lot/Garrone Valleys: Life in a medieval village and a stone house

Just north of Toulouse is the Lot Valley. The Lot river runs in a westerly fashion alongside several others such as the more better known Dordonge (to the north) and the Tarn (to the south) from the Massif central to the sea in the Bordeaux region. We ended up in the Lot per chance when we found an interesting house on AirBnB advertised as a Stone House in a Medieval Village. From my living room on Vashon Island, this seemed like close enough to the desired area so we booked it.

The Medieval village turned out to be Monsempron-Libos and the stone house that of a mosaic artist from the US and the perfect place to experience the immediate vicinity. We didn’t make it much beyond 10 K of our house, there was so much to see right here. Libos, our little village down the hill on the river, had all the basics: the 8 au Huit grocery store, pharmacy, boulangerie, charcuterie and the largest weekly market in this Lot et Garrone region.  And very few tourists stay in this area. We learned from one bar owner that most tourists head to Agen and larger areas with more infrastructure. With most of the locals on holiday, it was very quiet. The three-foot stone walls of our house added to that effect!

Our preferred method of exploration was rambling and on bike. The rambling maps were like following a scavenger hunt: “ go to the third vine and cross between two electric fences…”, that kind of thing. We wound through hedgerows that have been traveled for centuries, following paths laid out through farmlands, forests and vineyards.  The sweet bike path that followed the river for about 30 K made for delightfully easy biking just a quick downhill ride from our house.

On one ramble we walked in front of someone’s house just as they were returning, and a friendly voice asked if we were lost. Turned out to be Dolly and Werner, from the Netherlands they had bought their house about five years early and were now living here full time. “We have wine, would you like some?” was Dolly’s invitation. You don’t have to ask us twice and we enjoyed spending time with them and their family and friends at dinner a few nights later. Werner’s brother Rene had been in Seattle the year before and gave me a tour on his iPad, made me homesick! It’s truly the people who make the trip and these generous people touched us deeply.

Now we are onto Provence, the city of Orange for five nights. We are packing up our maps and memories of the Lot and hope to return for longer someday.

Rambling through sunflower fields
The Lot, a lazy river.
The yellow marks like the one on the tree to the left helped us find our way.

Monsempron-Libos, the Medieval section where our house was located.