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Trip Start Jul 19, 2009
Trip End Oct 25, 2010

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Tuesday, September 9, 2008

How can it be that such an insignificant spot, not even on the map, can have such an enormous impact?
A few days I've been here now and I feel like a different person. Yet everything's  the same, just as I remembered, wished and longed for.
I slipped back into life at Cledat effortlessly, the two months Amsterdam seem but a fading dream.
Already we've checked out two 'vide greniers';  makes you wonder what people did with their week-ends before fleamarkets became so popular.
Anyway, we needed some wine glasses. Haven't a clue what happened to the ones we had before, hardly worth pinching, so I'll just assume our renters had a lot of accidents involving glasses.
Never mind - we found some lovely Turkish tea glasses, gold rimmed, fitting perfectly in the palm of your hand.  Two euro for 6 and an extra one thrown in.
They'll look smashing on the dinner table.
Seems like we're better off all round. 
To my delight I discovered a swirly skirt, hippy-ish, alas too small , but I'm intent on losing weight this stay - hopefully in time for the big party we're invited to.
Our Dutch friends, Fleur and Elroy, have been planning it for ages. A Medieval feast, roast boar and all. We've got to come dressed the part. Mieke fancies herself a peasant girl, so she can wear a bodice, low-cut and laced up, say no more.....      
I haven't a clue, nothing regal, that's for sure. Well, a gypsy maybe, won't be that much of a transformation anyway.
Patsy said we could turn our regular shoes into old-fashioned ones by sticking pointy bits of cardboard on them. Isn't she clever? Peter can hang some (dead?) rats around his neck, (we must check out Mieke's beaver rats),  grab a flute and be the pied piper. Oh no, not the flute again......
Well, I'll let you know, still two weeks to go.
Not sure that's enough time to lose at least stone.
I just won't eat till then, that's all there is to it.

Our first visitors have come and gone. I was the only one not aware there were any on their way; thought Mieke just wanted some gateau for after dinner and came back from the shops with 2 frozen fruit tarts, and there they were..... 
Fortunately our guests thought it was a local delicacy.
Very nice people too, though I'm still not quite sure who they were.

What else can I tell you?
Sheppie's diligently working on his pile of stones, the garden has grown so much, things are being chopped and pruned, but that's not my department. Got our own grown tomatoes and figs, maybe even a few grapes.
Mieke has got it into her head she can sell our stuff out by the road side.
Honestly, I some times think she's not quite the round shilling. The only traffic that passes by are locals and farmers who have more products than they know what to do with themselves.
They'll most likely run her and her ripe figs over with their great big tractors, or sue us!

We've finished the first lot of Jacques chickens eggs, can't find any fresher than his. Notice I say Jacques, as the big news here is that Jacques and Bernadette are in the process of splitting up. I am praying for a miracle, the two of them belong here, together, and I love them both dearly.
Well, we'll see what happens. Bernadette is in Holland now and returning in about a fortnight.

I've seen the butcher, and no, Alan, I didn't give him your love. He took little notice of me - could be he has a short memory or maybe my choice of clothes wasn't to his liking, as it is windy and fresh. You can feel autumn breathing down your neck.
Great, my favorite season.

And the stars, two nights I've stood on the hill, gazing up at the skies till I was dizzy.
I'm sure I saw a falling star. It didn't shoot, but gracefully slid down and disappeared. Suppose it could also have been a satellite, but then who says satellites can't be beautiful too?

This is a bit of a jumble, just a start, to get into the mood.
Let's hope there will be some real stories to tell in the weeks to come.
See what the future has in store - right now, it'll be lunch - I'm starving.
Tomorrow seems the perfect day to start getting into shape.
Besides, aren't gypsy ladies greatly admired for their womanly and curvy bodies? 
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