The fields were gorgeous and smelled heavenly, but mostly what I remember about this drive was that Earl and I had a huge fight. Yes, I don't want anyone to think everything is sunshine and roses during this first year abroad. It's an adjustment, spending every minute of life together. I imagine it would be an adjustment whether we were in the States or in France.
The fight eventually faded and life returned to normal, whatever normal is for people without a home. Will I always remember our fight when I smell lavender? I hope not.
We returned to Quillan in time for an English-hosted 4th of July party.
|I have nothing red, white and blue to wear for the 4th! So I'm in white eating a jello shot -- very American|
In honor of the French national holiday, which we call Bastille Day and they call la Fête National (14th of July). Each town has its own Bal de Pompiers, or firemen's ball to celebrate la Fête National.
There's nothing equal to these village-wide celebrations that I have experienced in the States. So many people, young and old, come together. Everyone must bring their own place settings. There are drinks to begin, followed by entrees, a main course, cheese, dessert, and the wine flows. All of this before the dancing begins.
|The pork roasting over a fire for the dinner.|
|The local band plays at every event. They're terrific|
Later in July, the culmination of the World Cup saw France playing Croatia, so we gathered in the square to watch an outdoor television. Getting drinks was a bit difficult, but everyone managed to get more than enough.
And France won! We loved the euphoria of being in a local crowd when France won.
|Earl and I kept our clothes on.|
But the amazing experiences weren't over. We planned a trip to Carcassonne to watch the Tour de France whizz through. But we had bad luck with our AirBnB, so after a sleepless night in a place with bedbugs, we returned to Quillan without having seen the Tour de France.
|All the store windows were decorated for the Tour|
Our friends Steve and Lou revived our dream though but suggesting we follow them to a spot where we could watch the Tour.
What a great time. Some people who are a bit jaded scoffed at the idea of parking, walking among the crowds and finding a place to watch the tour zip past in just a few seconds, but I loved it all.
|Waiting in the shade of the trees for the Tour|
|A giant chicken travels up the hill -- a parade with advertisers precedes the riders.|
|And finally, the lead riders sped past. I screamed along with the rest of the crowd.|
For years I have watched the Tour de France on TV and this year, I got to see it in person. I spotted the leader in the yellow jersey and the mountain leader in his spotted jersey. Guess what, I plan to go back in 2019.
In between big events, I had some scenic runs, and we shared some delicious meals with our new friends.
|A sunrise over the mountains during a morning run|
|A meal with Jack and Jules, this one during a night market in Esparaza|
The countryside is dotted with them, and our friends Jim and Teresa were visiting all of them.
On the drive to the castle, we passed a field of sunflowers and stopped for pictures.
|Chateau de Peyrepertuse|
|A view from the higher section of the castle.|
|Love these nooks|
|Such an imposing structure.|
So our France-centric month closed with celebrations of Bastille Day, the French soccer team winning the World Cup, a glimpse of the Tour de France, and a visit to a castle.
Another dream-come-true month.