Where Are We Going?

We enjoyed a leisurely lunch with Alan. I had half an avocado, some bread, ratatouille, and a kind of hamburger. Apparently the French make hamburgers but they eat the meat alone, it is weird and kind of grosses me out, I mean it is not a steak it is chopped meat. I guess this is just a cultural difference and it makes no sense whatsoever that I am weirded out by this; but I am. Anyway, it was a bit rare but totally eatable. The ratatouille was good, but did not live up to Fanny’s (it was from the store).

I hung out for a bit and did some research on The Mistral (strong winds in the south of France in the Rhone Valley). Looked up a few other interesting facts and then Anne told me we were leaving in five minutes. I said “okay, where are we going?” Apparently she had a meeting to go to and it was Alan’s job to amuse me. We would be headed to a nearby town.