Trip Start Oct 26, 2006
81Trip End Aug 2007
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For the next four days I joined Holly in her Grenoble life while she finished her last few days of French School
The next day we loaded up our backpacks and hit the grocery store to buy food for the next week. Fully loaded down with backpacks and grocery bags in each hand we wobbled our way through the city's public transit system and on to a bus to La Grave. The bus ride was non eventful, but we were greeted in La Grave by a nice brisk 50 kph wind. Our apartment in Les Terrasses is 4 kilometers up the mountain side from La Grave. It was going to be a long wobble up the hill. Luckily a mere 1 kilometer into the walk a farmer in his grain truck was kind enough to pull over and pick up us pitiful looking hitchhikers. After Holly expressed what our intent was, he pointed to the porte (door, a word I actually knew) and told us to hop in. So we threw our bags in the back with the grain and hopped in the cab with the farmer. On the ride up Holly found out this guy has lived his whole life in Les Terrasses (60 plus years).
Our first few days in Les Terrasses were pretty laid back. There is very little snow right now.
In France the big Christmas celebration is on Christmas Eve. Colin was kind enough to invite us to a potluck with some friends of his. It was definitely an international crowd. The nationalities together at the potluck were American, French, English, Canadian, Swedish, and Irish. It was night of great food, drink, music, and laughter (even if I could only could understand half the words spoken). The main dish of the night was lamb fresh from slaughter that had spent the summer grazing on the slopes we will ski this winter. Best lamb we have ever had. It must have been the Swix wax that has settled in the soil.