After a mad dash for the last two kilometers to the town to get to the gîtes before they closed, we managed to snag what we believed to be the last two beds in town.
The gîte looked like a modern a-frame cabin with huge windows overlooking the valley that we all but sprinted up.
Our room consisted of a main level with one bed and access to the bathroom and a loft area where we each had a twin bed. While our roommate was not the most courteous (hogging the shower, listening to things without headphones) it was a relief to have our own space.
While everyone has been incredibly kind and understanding, there was only one other fluent English speaker: a woman from Amsterdam. She was kind enough to sit and chat with us during dinner since the entire time, mom and I were both totally lost listening to the boisterous French crowd.
The food here is incredible. We are lentils (a local crop,) mashed potatoes and sausage, cheese, and a custard pie. Not to mention the wine that flows constantly.
Even our breakfast was quaint and delicious. Every cup of coffee here is better than any I’ve had at Starbucks and the sugar cubes can come individually wrapped!
Our day takes us through some flat terrain but a significant amount of downhill as we descend deeper into the valleys of this incredible region.
Our constant companions are tiny butterflies who flit and float among the abundant wildflowers.