January 21st marked two special occasions: the first day we all got to say “President Obama”, and the first anniversary of my first date with the man who will be my husband by this time next year. It seemed like a good moment to climb something and take a look around, so Carmen and I found the highest point in the immediate vicinity – Mont d’or – and we went up it.
We didn’t really know the route, but we knew where to start and we figured if we just kept going up, eventually we’d get there.
And we did. It was a perfect, sunny day. The path up the mountain goes through olive orchards…
…and when you get to the top, there are two sides of a tower – the remnants of the dungeon of the palace of Count William I of Provence…
…and an unbelievable view of the countryside and the Luberon mountain range.
We took the wrong path to get back down and found ourselves on the backside of the mountain in the middle of a bunch of farms.
This, for some reason, made me feel completely giddy, but Carmen was less amused, having twisted her ankle, so I wandered way out into a field to ask a farmer which was the way back to Manosque. He gave me the most French directions ever (which is to say that he took about 15 minutes to say “take this road here and walk that way”) and I thanked him and walked away thinking about how scared I would have been to have had that same conversation a few months ago when I first arrived here.
Mais oui, comme tout, ça change.
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