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 it was better that way, because we were totally blown away by what we found. Not only does Moulin Bregeon (called The Mill) pull in some high-end clients but it's completely faithful to its French roots thanks to Jonathan's keen eye for architecture and decor. Alongside the hotel property, he also owns a small village nearby that the collective crew has been working on renovating. People have come and gone here, but the head count is currently at seven, including us. We were delighted to find that two of the residents, Martin and Hannah, were around our age and Hannah was even from the US. We loved our privacy at previous hosts, but being around a large group has been a great new dynamic. Everyone has a story to tell!
Mainly we've been working in the village, so each morning we ride our pair of bikes into town while Winry runs alongside. We thought at first that she might not be able to go the distance, but she was actually pulling Zach like a sleddog on the first day. Work hours are modest and we generally do four hours, have a great lunch prepared by Pascal, and then bike back to The Mill for some afternoon reading and usually a walk.
But on one sleepy, sunny afternoon Martin found the fishing rod and decided to try and catch something. Hannah, Zach and I waited around for moral support, and Andreas also spent some time soaking up the sun and building his own contraption. We baited the hook with bread, which Martin swears by, but I think might not have captured the fishes interest. That or it was just too early in the season. Either way, we got to enjoy the scenery.
