Work, work, work. You toil, you apply yourself day after day and increasingly you dream about a holiday from your routine. Your mind’s eye focuses constantly on visions of someplace other than work. A country drive down some faraway country road. Wondering what magnificence will be around the next bend on the road less traveled.
Its spring and the field of mustard blinds you as it comes into view and washes all memory of your desk, emails, meetings and responsibilities away. Yes! This is what you needed, to stop and smell the flowers…..
Well now you know it isn’t a dream anymore because peonies like this don’t grow in Santa Barbara. Coming down from the wonderful feeling of again, driving in France, driving down the Autoroute on my way to the Avignon area in Provence, I’m following the Rhone River and wonder if I’m dreaming again as I look out to see one of many French nuclear power plants. Looks safe to me…
Finally, I arrive for the night at my friend Alain’s house, a dreamy Provéncal maison du terrior.
Dinner is served: abundant local Syrah, fresh bread and fresh tuna caught the day before in the Mediterranean Sea.
My desk and forklift are a million miles away. Sweet dreams! Arivois.
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