Provence..

So here we are, ready to rough around the world and release our 23-years-young invincible, positive energy! And where's the first stop?

Provence with my parents!

A big shout out to that lovely pair. They had their trip set and booked while we were still planning and re-planning our itinerary. Once we started thinking about France as the first country, I started thinking about timing our departure with part of their stay. And before my mom could offer a "well I guess that's..", I was all over that invite.

No, but they were very happy to have us and we all had a great time. It was incredibly easy to get lost in Provence's straightforward beauty... The morning cafe blends in with the afternoon espresso, with the melon, prosciutto, and baguette and pastis, with the wine and bouillabaise, with the dirt roads flanked by vineyards and olive trees and lavender and mountains and mountain villages, with more wine that I expertly labeled as "yyeahh, awesome wine", with the bocce and pastis, with the cheese, and the sleep and repeat.

And then you see a few van Gogh's in St. Remy de Provence and that guy, along with his love of the area, starts to make a bit more sense.


So, thank you Mom and Dad!