Montmajour

After everyone got home from work we headed out to somewhere to check out something. I think that people have great ideas but often nobody tells me where I am going…I just get there. I find out where I am once I am there but it is funny how I just get in the car; it is a good thing I trust these people! Anyway, this time was different, Julie and Patrice told me where I was going but I did not understand, they were speaking too quickly. We wound up in the mountains where Ann had taken me to check out the monastery. It is funny how you can go to the exact same place with different people and get a totally different vibe and experience.



As soon as I realized where I was, I told them that I had been here. I do not think either understood as they said yes and just kept going. When we got out and began walking around I mentioned it again, in a subtle way and they felt bad. This was near the Monmtajour Abby, which I had been to as well. Instead of walking around the monastery area, we headed to the trails.



The trails reminded me a lot of New Mexico. Lots of rocky paths, dry feeling, although there was a lot more green. We reached the top of a “mountain” and looked around. It was beautiful. I got a new view of the monastery and saw some of the other towns that I had visited; Beaucaire, Tarascon, etc. It was getting cold with the sun setting and the mosquitoes were beginning to enjoy us for dinner, so we headed back down and back home.