Today thee skies are grey, it is hailing the size of checkpeas!
Welcome to Provence.
Three blogging friends are in town! I am so excited: Denise, Liselotte (and her family,) and Mimi.
I'll serve strawberry tartlettes from the bakery (Note: I have blown my New Year's Resolution– To bake more cakes...) The reason is ("The word reason is just another word for excuse," my mother use to say.) the bakery is just around the corner from my house. I could holler to the baker: "Hey… can you send a dozen strawberry tartelettes over?"
On the bakery box it is written: GOURMANDISE, that is just a fancy French word for Pig Out!
Last summer when French Husband and I rode our motorcycle through part of Europe we met Liselotte in Austria. Her husband is a motorcyclist too. French Husband, and another friend, and Mr. D. (Liselotte's husband) are planning to ride their motorcycles to the North Cap this summer.
I want(ed) to go to… until I heard they were going to ride ten to twelve hour days… sort of like a race: Ride. Eat sandwiches. Pee in the woods. Rinse in the river. Sleep on the ground… which translates into: Ride in any weather. Eat bread no butter. Pee in the woods. Rinse in the FREEZING cold creeks. Sleep on dirt with a wet sleeping bag. Oh la la such fun the boys will have. I am jealous really I am.
The sandwiches, peeing and rinsing in cold water I could handle it.
Though the twelve hour ride everyday for two weeks, plus sleeping in the
dirt… I could do it… I could if we could stop every now and then for a photo, a cake, a kiss, a drink, a little sight seeing, take a big air mattress…
In all honesty I think they want it to be a guy thing. No frills.
(photo Liselotte last summer.)
We women… we are going to eat cakes. And who knows what else we might do.
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