A Friday and Then Some

Yesterday, we drove to Roquebrun.
At first it was fun.

Bopping and jiving to happy tunes in the car.

It was super hot (35 degrees) though, the husband had slept badly, the kids finally felt the heat.
Son#1 lost a bracelet he got at the Tour de France by dropping it off a cliff.  
The last photo of Son#1 and the bracelet (R.I.P.):

Sigh.
Tears.

Son#2, visibly pained from the loss of the purple bracelet:

We drank Cokes in the car, while Son#3 slept.

Roquebrun was beautiful though.
Magical.
I bought cheap Argan oil at a tiny market for my face and big hair.

When we came back to the holiday home, Son#1 and #2 had a major fight with the village boys.
Sticks were swung towards legs by the French Quarter, and the Dutch responded by force-feeding the French Quarter with water.
Son#2 took the lead in the counter-attack.
I see a future for him in the production of Foie Gras.

Late in the afternoon, we drove to Saint-Chinian for ice cream and bbq-stuff.
Short (Son#2 + tantrum), but nice.

Au revoir, Saint-Chinian.

We are thankful to be leaving here this morning.  
Not that the house is crappy, it's wonderful, but the flies were starting to get to us in a bad way.
If I say that I probably killed about 150 per day - in the house, with fly screens - then that is probably a gross underestimate.
We love Cazo, but we hate the flies here.

We'll miss the dogs, too.
I get the feeling that they are not looked after very well, and it breaks our collective heart.
Wish we could bundle them all into the car and love them. 
The husband had a huge cook-out for the dogs last night.
They ate like kings - left-over steak, salmon, pasta, sausage.
We have friends for life.

Today, we're driving to the Cote Vermeille, before we head up the coast again to Agde. 
If we're really snooty, we might cross the border to Spain to have lunch or ice creams there.
Just for the hell of it.
The husband wants to see Collioure.

On Sunday, we'd like to go to St Guilhem-les-Desert and then go to the beach in the afternoon.
Monday will be beach only, probably, and packing up.
Tuesday we're driving to Dijon again, and from there on back to the Netherlands on Wednesday.
Yup.
The party is almost over.

Meanwhile, in South Africa, my dad's left hip is possibly fractured.
He's in a helluvalotof pain.
Hang in there, daddy dearest.
That chemo is kicking the crap cancer's butt, I promise you.
We adore you!

We might not have an internet connection in Agde, so I might be quiet until Thursday.
Who knows, who knows.


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