Fresh sheets and fluffed up pillows were placed on the bed. The vacuuming and dusting was completed. Halloween and fall décor was placed throughout the house. Cookies were baked and shelves stocked with some favorite food items. My schedule was freed up for the next couple of days. Sounds like some special company was coming for the weekend? Well, yes, sort of…it was my daughter’s first visit home since leaving for college and I was hyped.
It had been 2 full months since we moved her into the dorms and I’ve missed her. I mean, really missed her. I had quite a bit of anxiety, as I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. I’ve been reading about all sorts of “college changes” and almost foreboding warnings about the first visit home from your college student. Was I going to be prepared for who’s going to walk through the door?
Warning #1: “Your child may not want to share his/her new life with you and this should be respected”. Oh, dear. I’m not good about this one. I tend to take on the role of an interrogator when it comes to people, but I will exert some self control. (more…)
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I think I’m pretty easy going when it comes to my chocolate. I like it dark; very dark (my favorite); milk; white; with nuts; with fruit; cream filled…well, you get the picture. But what is it that attracts me (or anyone) to the chocolate or pastry? Is it the brightly colored packaging with the beautiful bows or the intricate dusted designs on the tops of glossy chocolates? Is it the perfectly molded chocolate with the nut or fruit garnish that hints of the flavors inside? Or could it be the luxurious textures of chocolate and confections that are assembled like a glorious piece of art? (more…)
The day started out simply enough. Our plan was a relaxing drive into the mountains and to meander through some of the villages that we marked on our map in this Var region of Provence. What we didn’t account for was coming across a village that has cave dwellings and dates back to the 8th century. This lovely little village was Cotignac. The name is said to have derived from coing which is the French word for the fruit, quince. Not even on our radar of places to stop and visit, but here it was. And we were in for an adventurous surprise. (more…)
A driveway lined with olive trees, vineyards for as far as the eye can see, a table with wine glasses and chairs set under an old olive tree-this is what French Provencal dreams are made of. This is a tiny tale of an enchanting day.
Itching to get out of the city, we decided to drive up into the mountain countryside to do some wine tasting. We quickly realized that Sunday was a perfect day for driving on beautiful country roads, but not so much so for wine tasting. All of the vineyards and wine tasting rooms were closed. All except this illusive and mysterious vineyard we came upon by pure happenstance. (more…)