Breakfast today was like nothing I have ever experienced, and I'm pretty sure I never will again, well at least until we come back, because I wouldn't leave without Dem promising we could one day return.
The table was laden with enough to feed an army, and not even a small one (we were the only guests!) and as we sat perusing the freshly baked croissants, pain au chocolat, breads, fresh fruit, fruit cake and cheeses then out came the american pancakes, hand squeezed juices, cream custards and home made muffins. I only wished I had more stomachs because everything looked like it would be the best thing you had ever eaten.
We sat and grazed while they told us stories of their lives as pilots, and the time Janine had sailed the Atlantic alone. They were fascinating, wonderful and unbelievably generous.
When the time came for us to leave Henri gave Dem the scenic routes for our journey ahead while Janine whipped up a batch of almond twills seemingly out of thin air, as she suddenly said 'I know what you would like!', popped them in a beautiful tin that I had been throwing coveting glances at all morning and packed it into a bag along with juices, croissants and a kilo of cherries, just for the road.
I will miss them, which seems crazy to say of people we spent one morning with, but it is true.
The next leg of our journey was a long one as the drive to our next stop was about five hours of mountain roads away, and if I thought yesterday’s drive was amazing, I didn’t know the half of it!
Mountains of mountains and more mountains and mountains on mountains and over mountains and through mountains! We drove at 3000ft, over bridges so high they made your ears pop, through tunnels and past lakes and once so close to a cliff edge Dem actually exclaimed "Golly" (I laughed for about an hour afterwards, at which he threatened me with walking home if I put it in the blog .. well at least this way I'll find out if he actually reads it or not!). I have to admit to grabbing the dashboard on one occasion and had a flash back of my mum shouting at my Dad for driving the hired Twingo too fast around a mountain road in Zakynthos when I was about ten, so I promptly let go. It was incredible, and again I'm afraid the photographs just don't go near how breath-taking creation is in person. Hopefully I will get around to getting some of the GoPro video up tomorrow, I'm hoping that will give a better idea of how stunning the alps are to drive through.
After a few stops and a picnic lunch in the clouds we arrived at our next home which is 1000ft above Nice at a house built in 1600. They've done it up since then, we can see the sea, the bath is bigger than a double bed and they met us in the garden with a beer ... Dem can sure choose a B&B.
We're off for dinner. Have a lovely evening!