About 2 hours before the scheduled commencement of our drive to southern France today, we discovered that the downtown Barcelona garage where we had the car was closed in celebration of St. John (Barcelona’s Solstice weekend started today). We were also scheduled to pick up Shira, the teacher of the workshop on our way out.
In talking with locals, David discovered neighbors that had the key to the car park, but to get anyone to believe he wasn’t a car thief and was merely trying to retrieve his rental car took the powers of Graciela, our bed and breakfast’s proprietress. On the 4th try of ringing doorbells in nearby apartments, she and David found someone who believed our story and came down to allow David to get the car out. That, combined with the delay on Shira’s flight left us arriving in France at Latitude just in time for dinner. Graciela called it bad luck of the new moon and St. John.
Rural southwest France has a magic to it.
Even the light of the sun is different than anywhere else I’ve ever been. The sounds, colors, air, wind and the constant thrum of vibrant life is all around you. Driving in we saw magpies, birds of prey, giant moles, pheasants, horses, cows, pigs, and sheep being raised in open fields and farm areas.
In talking with locals, David discovered neighbors that had the key to the car park, but to get anyone to believe he wasn’t a car thief and was merely trying to retrieve his rental car took the powers of Graciela, our bed and breakfast’s proprietress. On the 4th try of ringing doorbells in nearby apartments, she and David found someone who believed our story and came down to allow David to get the car out. That, combined with the delay on Shira’s flight left us arriving in France at Latitude just in time for dinner. Graciela called it bad luck of the new moon and St. John.
Rural southwest France has a magic to it.
Even the light of the sun is different than anywhere else I’ve ever been. The sounds, colors, air, wind and the constant thrum of vibrant life is all around you. Driving in we saw magpies, birds of prey, giant moles, pheasants, horses, cows, pigs, and sheep being raised in open fields and farm areas.
It's sort of like a moist and more humid Tuscany. There is much more water, but still miles and miles of wheat, corn, vegetables, grasslands, deciduous trees, and ancient stone walls all around. Our journey in incorporated almost 35km (convert it yourself) of one lane winding country roads with few houses, many flowers and wide open fields. Google maps plotted our route (David thought this was funny, ridiculous and his theory is that it is not capable of creating routes without factoring in which are single-lane country roads) and we were amazed it got us here without one wrong turn. 
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