As we're nearing our final days here at Moulin Bregeon, Winry has gotten pretty comfortable here. Too comfortable. She won everyone over quickly with her cute little puppy eyes and exuberant personality and once she had she started using it to her advantage. We wouldn't see her for hours only to find out she'd been "helping" Nora in the kitchen (staring her down...
While I napped peacefully, Zach found himself wandering the property, pipe in one hand and camera in the other. Here's what he found. H W Z ...
Earlier last week Pascal had extended an invitation to us to join him on Saturday in going to "the market". Since Pascal speaks mainly French, we had spent some time getting across the idea of going somewhere that I didn't think to ask where or what kind of market it was exactly. So that Saturday we rode in the car through the scenic...
Last night, I lost a member of my family. He was an anomaly of a dog and wasn't bashful in the least in letting you know it. I think that my own dog's short experience with him best shows who we all grew to love and will forever miss. When Winry first entered the garage-entrance door of my parent's home, she was greeted...
Tuesday brought us to a brand new host in the French countryside at a luxury hotel/bed and breakfast/collective/old flour mill/landscape painting. We don't always have a clear idea on what to expect when we arrive at a new hosts place and Moulin Bregeon was no different. In fact, since Jonathon, our host, contacted us, we kept forgetting the details of his listing. Maybe...
Saturday was yet another day of traveling, but this time we were heading to Zach's friend Cassey's hotel instead of to a new host. We've had rainy days on every travel day so far, so maybe it was the difference in hosts that made the sun shine. As is tradition, we went out for dinner and drinks the night before and had far...
