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Dordogne: The Search For Walnut Oil
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Beynac: Out Of Breath? Me?
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Beynak: Out Of Breath? Me?

Today ended up to be the perfect day to be outside. We headed out early to make the hour-long walk up to Chateau Beynac, and then at the top we toured the castle. It was very steep and pretty rocky, so it actually required a bit of attention – and apparently all of the air in my lungs. I’m horrified to admit how out of breath I was at the top so I have no choice but to blame the duck confit. My trainer would be proud.

Some of our guests are history buffs, so it was a great way for them to learn about the region’s history and for Ev and me to freak ourselves out by finding orbs in photos we’d taken of the abandoned halls. (One orb per ghost in the room, I think.) After our hike, we enjoyed a picnic lunch by the Dordogne River and broke into groups for a 90-minute canoe ride. My co-pilot, who I won’t name but should be obvious, criticized my skills so I allowed him to do the work himself while I enjoyed the view of the castles up and down the river. It wasn’t a race, but we did finish first. (As my sister says, I’m not competitive until I realize I can win). The highlight of the day was afterward when one of the guys from the canoe place bonked me in the face with a paddle – he almost knocked me over. I’m sure he meant to apologize. My card is probably in the mail.


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