29 August, 2011

Roussillon

Today we visited Roussillon, a quaint little town nearby, which is famous for its ochre mines. Spent about an hour hiking through the woods and marveling at the gorgeous variety of vibrant color in the cliffs and trails. Then we had coffee and ice cream and came back to the campsite so that the boys can swim.

This afternoon Oma and I will hit the supermarket-- there's been a disaster here: we've run out of peanut butter! I can now sympathize with rehab patients and their withdrawal pains! Hope to get lucky-- there are so many Dutch and American tourists in this area, and that usually means PEANUT BUTTER! Please keep your fingers crossed and send some good vibes my way! ;-)



3 comments:

Goofball said...

peanut butter rehab :p

Betsy said...

I know-- pathetic, right? I guess I could have worse vices. Back in the old days it was probably easier here to find heroin than peanut butter! But times have obviously changed because I had a choice between 2 different kinds of peanut butter by the time I finally found it! That's either a sign that this country is evolving or proof positive that the Provence has been completely overrun by Americans and ze Dutch...

Goofball said...

ze Dutch are everywhere....

everywhere...

really everywhere especially if there are campgrounds so you should be safe :D