The sky was perfectly blue, the sun shining. There was beer and wine and snackage awaiting me. But there was also work and lots of it. So I just stared outside and was glad at least there was a little Mistral, so I could convince myself I was not missing too much.
This first week was a bit insane. The minute I pulled up with my bike and belongings, I was immediately greeted with an invitation to lunch. Demain. Not even 24 hours after I arrived the social activities had begun. The first week back is always busy with getting food, hitting the market, stocking up on wine, getting the bike back in working order and on and on. But in addition, this year I had a big deadline and about a weeks worth of work to get through. So while I was able to get out for a few short rides and run some errands, often I sat at my little computer, while the bright blue sky beckoned me, and could do nothing but work. Hours upon hours. Then finally on Friday, it eased off just a little and I was able to enjoy my Provence again.
I made my annual excursion to Sault for all my lavender needs and a little tune-up jaunt up the Ventoux. I was able to meet up with my lovely girlfriends for a glass of bubbles and a delightful lunch. Then Saturday arrived with a stunningly sunny, hot day so off I went of for a fabulous bike ride where I saw: oodles of cyclists, my friend, several dodgy vehicular maneuvers, one family and one single man on the side of the road picking random berries and a man wearing jodhpurs, topless while walking his horse. Well hello, that’s the Provence I know.
So busy, yes, you could say that. But the reward will be the next two weeks. Vacation! Yes an official holiday. Who knows what adventures will await us?