Backtracking Saturday's happenings

Today was spent sleeping in. We ate and shopped around touristy but breathtaking Gordes. I had that perfect hmmmm going—café aulait, bruschetta, rose, croissant, and more café aulait. Christine has been loving being my chauffer in the Luberon and I’ve enjoyed taking in the scenery with her behind the wheel. Couldn’t get the ipod working so we’ve been at the mercy of French radio. Our favorite soundtracks have been Bossa Nova/Austin Powers style spy movie music. WE got lost for a good bit and had to cougle back for probably close to an hour. Rick Steves assured us we’d get lost although I feel the signage has been mostly great in Provence.

“Par moments je me figurais quinne de ces etoiles, ayant perdu sa route, etait venue se poser sur mon epaule pour dormir…”

Written on the wall of the restaurant we went to…still waiting to translate it.

~Interruption! Tuna carpaccio with saffron honey, pistachios, and spinach…divine…

So we finally made it to the Julien Bridge—the Roman ruin site that Christine really wanted to see. And so glad. This bridge started being built BC and was finished shortly AD. That is OLD. And I could feel that energy. It was thick—and rich and beautiful. White rock had been beaten smooth and slick from centuries of water and wind and abrasion (I relearned this through my kids’ science lessons). I tried to climb in to the little alcove that was designed for high waters to pass through (it’s totally dry underneath now) but I couldn’t make it. The sun was setting, I was barefoot, gripping the stone that was laid by Romans over 2000 years ago. It was very cool.

 I’ve been grateful for the map feature on the iphone—it has saved us several times when traditional maps failed. It showed us a little dirt road through the grape vines- a couple homes nestled with incredible sunset views, canvas canopied patios, and old stone sheds. Before we knew it we were dumped back in to our little village, around the corner from our inn. This brings us back to having beers with Vincent and his orange pants, bad temper, and light-up blue party glasses that we made him