Today, Nic & I ventured to the post office to mail home some stuff. Going to the French post office is little like getting drafted, stand in this line, wait in that line, fill out this form, give us your euros... if you would have used THIS box, you could have shipped 7kg for 38E, but since you used YOUR box, you can ship 2.2 kg for 37E. Ah, the french... don't you luv 'em. This country is not run on service and even making a euro, it's all about taking your time and having a conversation and having a nice day and you'll know better next time... which is great and all, except when you're in a bit of a hurry. Then it's like fingernails on a chalk board.
Into the Passat we went (which is turning out to be a nice ride, except for 3 persons in the back seat). We headed for Isle-Sur-La-Sorgue, which I had read about. Sounded great... turned out to be a bust. Everything was closed except for a few restaurants. Watch those expectations boyo. On to Gordes, which did live up to the hype... beautiful from afar, disappointing up close. Way to touristy. Ditto for Roussillon. Beautiful to look at, but not much else. Ever date anybody like that ??? I have. All show and no go.
Now Chris, Nic & I are back home, which is a nice respite. Rosanne and Dave headed up to Les Baux, which is an ancient town carved into rock. We drove through it yesterday on the way to Arles. They wanted to see it up close, the rest of us wanted a beer.
Tomorrow looks like a lay around day. It's our last full day at the house. We may just tour around St Remy. Wednesday, we ship the kids back to Paris and retrieve sister Caren. We have a reservation in Nimes, but may try to get another hotel more out in the country. Will keep y'all posted. Dinner tonight in town. Ciao 4 now. PC
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