Je ne parle pas Français.

This week has been loco. I spent 5-ish days in San Diego for some meetings and to meet baby Paxton, and Tyler had to move on his own with the Presley and Bodhi to a new tiny apartment for while I was gone. We all missed each other a lot. I got "home" just in time to move again, this time by car (a big one!) from Spain to France.

A 5 hour drive from Valencia landed us just over the border in beautiful Canet en Roussillon, stunning beach in the south of France. Presley said "Hola" to everyone and I was uncharacteristic silent during dinner, pretty much stunned by my inability to speak more than two words of the language. Tyler dusted off his two decades old school French to order us a spectacular dinner, including the most amazing crepes. We must return to Canet next time we are in the area. Tres manufique!

The morning after Canet-en-Roussillon, we drove north towards Provence and stopped at the chateau Mas Merlet and ate at the restaurant Le M, complete with gorgeous landscape, amazing food, horses, and probably our Christmas card photo taken by the proprietor. Highly recommend.

Presley was wiped out so slept in the car while we stopped for our first French wine tasting experience. Bodhi met a nice big dog. Overall, it was a good day. More tomorrow on arriving at our next destination later that evening. It was a doozy.