Barbara and I left our old home in Crockett at 10 am Friday morning with our bags packed and 3 crates holding 3 cat's heading to San Francisco International Airport. I really don't want to get into the whole airport-pets-ATF, checking in and not seeing our cat's for 13 hours and wondering how they're doing. I'm not going to get into it, but the truth being, I'm not a very good flyer. So, it was great when we landed in Paris, collected the cat's and jumped on a train for a much needed nap to were picked up by Steve in the small town of Angouleme. Our ride through the French country side was never boring, Steve zipped through little towns with narrow streets only to catch a glimpse of small restaurants and patisseries on our way to the chateau. We finally reached our destination driving up a small winding road to the top of the Dronne Valley... We're home.
will someone PLEASE put the plastic back over the woodpile? You know how I hate hissing firewood....
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