MENU

Home

Live
With Us

Love

Laugh

Eat

Drink

Breathe

Repeat

More Photos

Vagabond Gourmet

Contact Us

 
I LOVE LUCY
Laura plate setting
Take Out
Ala

 




Laura's Blog
Talking Dirty in Foreign Languages

Vaga-Blog - Volume I
My Vagabond Summer Begins
Skinny Jeans and Cigarettes
Don't Teach Your Kids To Drive Like This
What's Italian For 'That's a Lovely Speedo'
"For You, I Have Special Price"
Sam Comes To Italy To Go To Ferragamo. Ferragamo Is Closed.
The Grocery Store Is Out Of Pasta
This Isn't Pork!
Four Courses And A Wedding
Look At What My Dog Found In The Grass
Who Needs Barilla When You Have Donatella?
That's Why Men Like Grapes

Vaga-Blog - Volume II
How Many Tunnels Does It Take To Get To France
Boars And Bees And Gypsies, Oh My!
Mas de Chain Saw Massacre
My Lawyer's Not Afraid Of Your Lawyer
No, We Don't Have Reservations. Is That A Problem?
What's So Funny About My French?
YOU Belong To The Vegas Party Club?
Mom Discovers Her Inner Lady Marmalade
You Prayed For What?

The Potato Babe
Roussillon: Steve's $7,000 Bill
Oppede: Which Way To Apt
Apt: No Tablecloth For You!
Avignon: Raise Your Hand If You've Seen Elizabeth Taylor Naked
Bonnieux: Gratin of Edouard Loubet's Grandmother
Aix-en-Provence: Is That A Bunny In Your Fanny Pack?
Dordogne: The Search For Walnut Oil
Issigeac: It Depends On How Much Pie We Drink
Domme: Steve And Laura's Favorite Restaurant In The World
Beynac: Out Of Breath? Me?
Biron: Happy Bastille Day
Barcelona: On The Road Again

Guest Vaga-Bloggers
Potato Boy
 

THE POTATO BABE

Oppede: Which Way To Apt?

Today we returned for the third week of my life I’ll spend at Oppede. I’m beginning to get spoiled by my comfortable beds, warm showers and full-sized washing machines. I’m concerned that my backpacking will seem a little rough in comparison!

I returned to the Avignon train station (which I can now find without Simon’s help) to pick up Peter, a guest from Florida. He’s just spent three days in Paris, so we compared notes in the car on the way back to Oppede. When we arrived, our other guests Al and Josephine and Frank and Debbie were just settling in for cocktails with Laura, Steve and Evan.

We were expecting our final three guests around 6 pm, and when we haven’t seen them by 8 we started to get worried. Evan borrowed my computer to get online, and discovered there was a car bombing in London that’s messed up air travel, but we don’t have the guests’ flight information – so we have no idea if this has affected them.

By 9 pm we’re beyond concerned, and phone calls to their cell phones have gone unanswered. Around 10 pm Steve got a call from Carmen, who had gotten a frantic call from the ladies who were by then hopelessly lost. He went out to find them, and by the time they finally arrived at the house they were beyond exhausted. Fortunately, we food and wine waiting for them, so their spirits were quickly lifted. They blamed the street signs for their troubles, because in several different spots there were signs pointing to Apt in two opposite directions. Oh, that crazy Apt.

Dinner started out with an amazing cold melon cappuccino with cream and cocoa, made with local Cavallion melons that are sort of a mix between sweet cantaloupe and honeydew (they’re the pride and joy of the region). Next was an heirloom tomato salad made with six kinds of tomatoes we bought from Mr. Peaches, and a seared duck breast with roasted potatoes and veggies. For dessert, Peter (who turned out to be an expert on desserts) made chocolate pots de crème.

Lost travelers: 3
Bill at the peach stand: 272€


-- next --

Back to Blog Central


 
 

Home | Live | Love | Laugh | Eat | Drink | Breathe | Repeat | Contact Us

Copyright © 2007.  Vagabond Diaries.  All Right Reserved