Back during my first summer here in 1998, I spent a lot of time wandering around the Lot with Jean-Luc. Greg has since joined us on our wanderings. Yesterday we wandered well. I'm never sure where we'll end up, but as we went further and further into the forest I said over and over: "J'ai confiance en Jean-Luc" (I trust Jean-Luc.)
Two and a half hours, 10kms, mud up to the top of my boots and ankles of my tights, brown polka dots on my skirt from Vanille's high speed muddy puddle runs, and numerous bathroom breaks au naturale (et sans papier) in the shrubs for everyone, I began to say: "Je n'ai pas confiance en Jean-Luc." After many turns, regaugings of our course and promises that "this is a shortcut", I jokingly began to call my friend "Monsieur Raccourci"-Mr. Short-Cut. Everyone was thrilled to see Greg's Land Rover waiting for us half-way up our hilly road out of the forest.
Somewhere between dreams of Robin Hood and the Wizard of Oz, I began to think we were in the Emerald Forest and had to be reminded of those green places where those other two guys lived. I knew I was in trouble when I began to look for Robin Hood. Jean-Luc said Robin Hood is Robin du Bois in French. So my band of merry men and I, returned to Tour de Faure very late for lunch, tired and dirty. How lucky Odile had pairs of pantoufles (slippers) waiting for our very muddy feet. It wasn't the Sherwood Forest and we weren't "Somewhere Over the Rainbow", but it was a day with my friends I will carry to the states with me and cherish always! I'm sure you'll agree when you see the photos! Happy Saturday!
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