As you can see from yesterday’s post, the wine from Burgundy didnt fail to cast its magic over us Canucks. Robert brought Franck and I and my parents each a magnum of Claire’s wine, produced in the village of Magny-les-Villers, where La Maison des Deux Clochers is located.
Franck and I can rarely resist opening a nice bottle and as we were all due at my parents’ house for a seafood extravaganza, the stars seemd to align for us to do just that.
When the wine was uncorked and started to flow, a spell was cast over us. People began to sing (and if you haven’t clicked on the link in yesterday’s post to watch Robert’s singing, you are really missing out), people who couldn’t speak much English began to try, and people who weren’t too confident with their French began to speak fluently. We felt at one with each other and at one with the universe.
I think I even, out of the corner of my eye, caught the statue of Saint Vincent that I gave my Dad for his last birthday (celebrated in Beaune) and who sits of my parents’ dining room buffetin the act of smiling.
As my brother-in-law said, good Burgundian wine is like “liquid French”. It also happens to be liquid joie de vivre.
You can read this previous post of mine to find our why I truly believe that our Wild Pacific Salmon Are Sacred .
It’s about preserving authentic tastes as well as natural resources for our children and grandchildren.
The bevy will be put to work tonight making signs, and tomorrow my whole family will be walking the salmon walk from Centennial square to the Parliament buildings to let the politicians know that the abuse and extinction of our wild salmon stocks will no longer be tolerated by the Canadian public.
Join us, the brilliant and brave Alexandra Morton, and many hundreds (maybe even thousands?) more on this crusade. We need to get fish farms out of our oceans before they kill off our wild salmon stocks completely.
Spring has finally Sprung here in Victoria for the enjoyment of all – especially our French visitors Robert & Mireille. As I type this, as a matter of fact, Robert is out fishing for halibut with my Dad and Franck on a sparkling blue Pacific ocean with crystal clear mountains as a backdrop.
The same cannot be said for France, however. It was 28 degrees last week in Burgundy, and yesterday night the tempertaure went below zero. The cold front has been even worse in the South of France. Europe certainly has been having a bizarre year weather-wise.
Maybe I should start thinking about doing a vacation rental here in Canada so the Europeans can come to Victoria to warm up.
Robert and Mireille have been in Canada almost 5 days now. Unfortunately the weather hasn’t been exactly cooperative, but that hasn’t stopped them from having a myriad of adventures already.
Even though they could very well stay ensconced in their beach-house on Willows Beach, they have proved to be very independent travelers and have already sallied forth and done things like toured the BC Museum and spent the whole day yesterday at Butchart’s Gardens.
My Dad took Robert prawning the other morning and they hauled up a full baby bath’s worth (a few specimens which you can see Charlotte, Camille, & Manon playing with). My Dad and Robert have also spent some quality time admiring the apps (particularly the “level” and the French translator) on my Dad’s new IPhone.
Today Robert is planning a bracing swim in ther Pacific off Willows Beach at high noon, sans wetsuit. I expect the remainder of the afternoon will be spent recovering from hypothermia.
I have a vomiting and feverish middle daughter home from school today. Yesterday she spent the afternoon scootering outside in the rain in bare feet and a T-shirt.
Coincidence? I know Franck’s Meme would say, “Bien sur que non!”
I went to my 20th high school reunion last night. I wasn’t really sure what to expect as I didn’t actually enjoy myself very much at my 10th. I had just had Charlotte a few weeks before and was the only one in my class who had had a baby thusfar.
It was like I had crossed the River Styx and all of my other classmates were still on the other side – partying and enjoying a right old bender whereas all I could think of was getting back home to my baby and the fact that I was still wearing my maternity clothes.
I am happy to report that 10 extra years and the kids, marriages, and other life experiences this entails makes all the difference in the world.
It was so nice to see those familiar faces on my side of the riverbank.