Final Stats

9 months
17, 500 Miles on Toyota
3000 miles on Skoda Roomster
15 train rides in France and Spain
8 bus rides in Spain
39 States Visited
4 European Countries
10 Bags of Cheese Flavored Popcorn
1 Set of Tires
1 Set of Brakes
1 Fat Lip
6 nights of camping in the rain
20 pounds of pasta eaten
40 bottles of wine consumed
50 chocolate croissants eaten
100 miles of driving out of our way
1 bout of the flu
6 modes of transportation
Zero Speeding Tickets
No Fights

An Experience of a Lifetime-Priceless

Roby and Patti's Radical Sabbatical

Roby and I have decided to live "lightly". Come along for the journey through our trials and tribulations. This blog is posted with the most current adventure first. So, scroll to the bottom if you want to start from the beginning. Each entry has a continuous slideshow of photos for your viewing pleasure. If you double click on the photos it will take you to our photo web page and you are able to see enlarged versions. We welcome comments and any building tricks.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Soaring Above Chamonix

Chamonix France
August 26th and 27th

We had a smile on our face as we left Avignon not just because we had such a wonderful time decompressing in Provence but we were heading to the long awaited village of Chamonix. Once we arrived in the picturesque valley engulfed in the Alps we knew we were “home”. It is truly amazing how when we arrive in any mountain ski town we just fit right in and feel comfortable. I don’t know if it is the clean air, slow pace, or the fact that everyone is wearing gortex and sports apparel, but we love it and may just have to settle down in one, perhaps Chamonix. As usual when we exit the train or bus we have our moment of confusion trying to find out where we are going. The train station attendant did not know where our hotel was located and directed us to the tourist information office at the end of the main street in town. This probably was our favorite walk as we headed straight toward Mont Blanc down the pedestrian only walkway with swiss chalet hotels and street cafes with people hanging out enjoying a coffee or beer with the sun shining and glistening off the glacier snow on the mountain. We could have been lost for hours for all we cared at the moment. I knew we had to be close to our hotel because I remembered in the description on the internet that it was located right at the base of Mont Blanc. We were splurging for our last two nights. We got the Superior Junior Suite at the Croix Blanche. As we were walking toward the information center we stumbled upon our hotel and it was indeed at the base of the mountain. Our view from our balcony was spectacular similar to the one we had from when we were in Italy near the Dolmites for our honeymoon. We even could see the mountain laying down in the bed. Although we could have stayed in our room and been happy we needed to explore the rest of town. Unbeknownst to us Chamonix was hosting the North Face Ultra Trail Runs that weekend. It was a set of runs over Mont Blanc ranging from 92 km to 250 km over a three day period. No wonder there were so many athletic looking people wandering around town. It definitely was a wake up call to us that we needed to get back in shape. So, the next morning we were out and about and heading up the mountain for a hike. We wanted to do a portion of the 100 mile Mont Blanc Trail because we were going to miss out on meeting our friend Steve from Kauai who was coming over in the next few days to do the entire trail. At the top we took a picture and emailed it to Steve to get him excited for his trip. (Amazing how good the cellphone service is in Europe). The view was indescribable with the white fluffy clouds, sunshine, crisp temperatures, and towering snow-capped mountain peaks. Heck we could even see Italy from our window!!! We headed down the trail which turned out to be a bit technical at the beginning. We had to use several ladders to climb down because the trail was too steep and had to do our fair share of boulder hopping and scrambling but all in all it was a great hike. Half way we decided to take a break and have lunch perched on a plateau with a million dollar view of the glacier on Mont Blanc. I hate to keep using the word amazing but it is so difficult to call it anything but. The glaciers are immense and traverse down the entire side of the mountain almost coming all the way down into town. There is even a tram which goes through a tunnel directly through the mountain up close and personal to the glacier. We could see it from our lunch spot. Realizing we could not stay up there forever we decided instead of turning around and retracing our path we would hike down the mountain and pick up the last gondola to the bottom.
To top off our evening we would shower and put on our good jeans (oh how nice it was to put on our jeans and fleece jacket) and enjoyed a wonderful dinner and great music out on the patio of our hotel. Then we took a walk through town and had our last Nutella Crepe reminiscing about our wonderful trip through Europe.

The next morning we were scheduled to go paragliding over the Chamonix Valley with our launching spot being the top of the Plan Praz Gondola at about 7000 feet in elevation. We had watched several flights the day before and decided we needed to do it. Unfortunately, just before we were to go we received a message from Roby’s brother that his father had passed away that morning. We decided that we should go and fly on the wings of Angels over God’s country and say a little prayer for his Dad. Our guides were great and prepped us for a whole two minutes on the techniques before the first one said, ok, one of you come with me and the other go with Enrica. So I said which one of you is the better pilot and he said that he was bad at the takeoffs and Enrica was bad at the landings so for us to pick. Great - that gave me a lot of confidence as we stood at the top of this 7000 foot bluff with the wind in our face. Once we were hooked in there wasn’t much time to think about it; he just told us to run forward and stay standing until we ran off the top of the mountain and were aloft. It was effortless and happened so quickly you did not even realize your feet had left the ground. Normally the sky is crowded with other flights but Roby and I were lucky and had the whole world to ourselves. His guide flew right by us so he could take some photos and video. A truly breathtaking experience and probably the best place in the world to soar over. We both looked to the heavens and smiled to Papa Snow.

The wonderful peaceful serene ride turned a bit tumultuous when our guides decided to show us some fun. About half way down they decided to put us in a tailspin. They asked us and both of us said sure why not have some excitement. After about 10 seconds we had to make them stop. I don’t think my head has ever spun so fast in my life. Now I know what a fighter pilot feels like when his plane gets caught in a jet wash. We landed softly and safely and bid our farewell to our guides and Mont Blanc. Before we headed to the bus we had to take a break in the town park and lay down so we could unscramble our brains and settle our stomachs. We gathered our belongings, had some lunch, and set off to Geneva. We were heading home.



Provence

Avignon France
August 25th



WE CAME. . .

. . . On a long, hot and very adventurous bus ride from Barcelona. We should have figured with all the public transportation we have been on we were bound to have one of those unfortunate but memorable bus rides. All was going well until we made a stop and picked up new passengers. We thought we had chosen the right section of the bus but a mother and her five children decided they had to sit right by us and they made the little rascals look tame. Two of the little ones were running up and down the aisles on the bus and the two older ones were jumping up and down in the seats yelling at each other and the mother was screaming and spanking them with very little luck. The joys of public transportation. To top it off the mother smelled something awful and the air conditioning system was not ventilating very well due to the large crowd on the bus. This was not going to be a fun 8 hours. The excitement was just beginning because once we stopped in Girona for a quick break this mother and the bus driver got into it. He had to clear the bus because she was screaming at him over what we did not know because we could not understand her French. The police were called and she continued to rant and rave but the police handled the situation and we were off again albeit 40 minutes late. (it was cutting into our precious little time we had in Avignon). The lady thought she was my friend and had to tell me what happened. With our limited communication skills in Spanish and English she was angry with the bus driver because he was accusing her of not taking care of her children and controlling their behavior. I just smiled and agreed with her that the bus driver was loco. After seeing her reaction I was not going to disagree with her. We thought it could not get any worse. Guess again. We reached the border of France and they had the drug sniffing dogs on the luggage of the bus and they hit on someone’s bag. So another 20 minute delay with the passenger having to get off. Thankfully he was able to rectify the situation. Finally back on the road again. At our next stop we moved up to the front of the bus to get more air and away from the psycho smelly mother. Good thing because the last hour the two small kids continued to cry. We pulled into Avignon at 5:30 pm an hour late. I forgot to mention that during all this fiasco we enjoyed the beautiful scenery through the Provence region. The ride from Nimes to Avignon was speckled with hillside homes and green pastures and cooler temperatures.

WE SAW

With only this evening we hit the town running. After a quick trip to the train station to purchase our tickets for Chamonix the next day we dropped off our luggage and headed to the sites. Avignon was the original home of the Catholic Church Papacy over 700 years ago so we wanted to see the Palais des Papes which is Europe’s largest Gothic Church. When we arrived it immediately gave me a visual idea of what the “church cities” looked like as described in the book Pillars of the Earth. Not only the Church but the surrounding buildings and gardens were vast in size and grandeur and it had to have the best view of the Rhone River and surrounding hillside villages. Just marvelous. No wonder they had to build a wall around the city to protect it from invasion. In fact this huge medieval wall is still in tact and completely surrounds the old village part of town and gives it a unique character. We were definitely falling in love with Avignon and the Provence region and wished we had more time to venture out to other villages in the area. With the sun going down and our stomachs telling us they needed food we went to find a nice quiet restaurant. We chose to eat off the main square because the restaurants resembled the “hodge podge, we will serve any and all types of food” as in Barcelona, Madrid, Paris, etc. We found a cute little Cantonese/Hong Kong restaurant tucked back in a corner of one of the medieval cobblestone streets and enjoyed an excellent meal. Not being one of those “cities that never sleeps” the restaurants do not stay open all night so we took a stroll through town back to our air conditioned room (bliss) for a good night sleep.

WE CONQUERED

18 Hours later we were on the train heading to Chamonix. We will be back.




Gaudi Everywhere

Barcelona
August 22-25th


We were on the fast track of Eastern Spain. Just a taste is all we were going to get due to our needing to get back to the States for Roby’s dad. It was going to be several days of 8 hours of walking to try and get in as much as we could to say we did Barcelona. It was a long 8 hour train ride from Cartagena to Barcelona and we did not arrive until almost 9:00 pm. Although we had taken some food with us for the ride we neglected to realize we would be on the train for two meals so needless to say we were starving when we disembarked in Barcelona. We picked up the metro map and proceeded down the thousands of stairs and tunnels till we reached the train, suffocating due to the lack of air movement let alone any air. Had to be the least friendly metro system we have been on in Europe and it did not help that it is hot and humid in Barcelona. Thankfully the metro itself is air cooled. Our hostel was perfectly located near Catalyuna and Las Ramblas in the “rich and posh” district, but that is all it had going for it. Our room was the size of a shoebox and it was not air conditioned nor did we have a fan the first night. The second night they were able to give us a fan but the only outlet was at the head of the bed so we had the fan within inches of our faces but it was better than nothing. We should not be complaining because we had just spent 10 days in the jungle with no running water and compost toilets. I think I liked the jungle better!!!

We dropped of our bags and headed for the first restaurant we could find. Guess what we had-our favorite food of Europe falafel and doner kababs. They have become the national staple of all European countries. We called it an early evening hoping to get some quality sleep. Well this hostel was located on the second floor of an office type building so the windows opened to the staircase and all the sound from any location resonated off the walls. So, every time the outside door opened, or the buzzer was rung, or the drunk and wild Italian boys came home at all hours of the night, we heard it. The only consolation is that it got us up early so we had the full day to venture through the city. We were up and about at the earliest we had every been on our trip. First stop was coffee for Roby which has been a bit of a dilemna because he always wants a big cup of coffee and they only serve him a “Barbie sized” cup. He is learning to drink slower and has figured out that the coffee con leche gives him the best option. It usually requires us to stop for two cups along the way. Our first stop was the Sagrada Familia. A unique masterpiece started by Gaudi in 19__ but never finished and is actually still under construction to build another 10 spires on it by a private foundation. They are hopeful to have it all completed by 2025. Seems like they are on Kauai time. The day started to heat up and our sunscreen had caused an imbreathable coating on our skin from all the humidity. We marched on toward the Parc Guell another Gaudi creation. More of an architecturally gifted park than a green grass and shady nap taking park. Roby had studied Gaudi in school and had a classmate who had been to the area so he was excited to see it. The structures were typical Gaudi-non-conforming buildings with inorganic lines and trippy designs. Some of them look as if he had been on an acid trip when he designed them. Again, Roby marveled and was perplexed at the intricacies of the designs and the laborious detail wondering how the project manager was able to get this done on time and on budget.

After a three hour tour of the park with a hike to the top to get a view of the city, it was a time for a well needed break from the heat so we proceeded to the café and enjoyed a liter of sangria. This however did not motive us for our 2 mile walk to the metro station but we begrudgingly got up and made the trek. We headed to the La Rambla district for dinner at an outdoor restaurant right on the plaza and were going to have a true Spanish dinner-tapas and paella. The evening had cooled off and we were able to enjoy the street scene from our table but unfortunately the dinner was nothing to write home about. The food was only mediocre at best and the paella was too salty almost inedible. I have come to the conclusion that the restaurants along the plazas whether in France or Spain are merely tourist traps and don’t care about the food they serve you. This is the second time we have struck out with our paella so I am going to have to make it myself! Having been out for over 12 hours in the hot sun we were ready for a shower and a good night’s sleep. Thankfully we had a fan tonight!

I think all the traveling and the heat were getting to us so our last day in Barcelona was quite casual and lax. We had a leisurely morning and ventured out around midday. We had to go to the bus station to purchase our tickets for Avignon and then we headed toward the waterfront to stroll along the boardwalk. We conveniently plopped ourselves down at an outdoor café and enjoyed a few beers and a McDonalds McFlurry. We hung out for a good two hours talking and “just being still”. While heading back to our hotel we found a CarreFour store (it is a company which sponsors one of the Tour de France bike teams) and we wanted to check one out because they said they were a new concept type store-well maybe for Europe but it is like a Super Walmart for us). It was perfect because we were able to buy food for breakfast and lunch for our 8 hour journey to Avignon. With perishable food we needed to head back and put it in the fridge at the hostel. Hunger was looming so we made our quick pit stop and then headed back out to find this restaurant recommended by Let’s Go Europe. We figured we bought the book so we better try something out it highlights. It did not disappoint. Probably our best meal not only the food but the décor, and the service were incredible. If you go to Barcelona you need to eat at the Attic in Las Ramblas near the Liceu metro station. A perfect way to end our stay in the City.

Tribute to Annika and Leo

Cartagena
August 20th-21st


Our new friends VJ and Rosh from Sunseed were so kind to take us to the bus stop in Sorbas for our 6:30 am bus to Vera even though they only had three hours of sleep. Being at the mercy of public transportation we had to take this bus because the connecting bus to Cartagena from Vera was at 11:00 am. The bus was right on time and we even got to watch sunrise. We were heading to Cartagena so we could check out the old stomping grounds of our good friends Leo and Annika who lived there for 4 years before moving to Kauai. What a change of scenery, probably as drastic as ours from Arizona. Not too many shades of green in Cartagena, but they do have the Mediterranean See. We arrived in town and had a nice walk to our hotel in the heat of the day so when we hit our room the clothes were off; we cranked up the AC to full blast; took a long awaited “real” shower and then hit the clean white sheets for a siesta. Oh heaven!!!

After a blissful rest we ventured out to old town and the harbor area for some dinner. We had been complete omnivores for 10 days so we were on the hunt for some meat. Actually we ate very well at Sunseed and probably will change our diet for the better. That could wait. We wondered upon a waterfront café and pulled up a chair and ordered a few beers and a meal and enjoyed our view of the sea. Although the days are hot and sticky from the humidity, the nights cool off rather nicely and are very enjoyable. We did a quick Blackberry photo and emailed a message to our friends Annika and Leo to let them know we were here. Unfortunately the dinner was anti-climatic and we both wished for some of the excellent food from Sunseed. It is amazing the 101 different ways to use vegetables and beans. We finished off the evening with a stroll through old town. It was a nice change from the hectic cities and the town was surprisedly quiet.

We chose to stay two days so that we would be able to hit the beaches in La Manga where Annika and Leo lived. Everyone in Spain must venture to the southern beaches in the summer because there was not a morsel of sand which did not have a blanket or umbrella. We can definitely understand why they flock to these beaches. It has to be the warmest water on Earth. My kind of sea- bathtub temperature and gentlely rolling waves with very little current or under tow. We spent 4 hours at the beach near Cabo de Palos.
The area reminded us very much of Rocky Point. After a 30 minute stroll we stopped at a little beach hut and had a Tinto Verano (our new favorite drink-red wine and lemon soda). As we were enjoying our drink with our thousand dollar view under the shade of the perfectly positioned umbrella we both had cardiac arrest when we realized we had just used our last euro. The Tinto Verano did not seem to taste so good now because it was going to be a long walk home. We needed 2 euro 50 for the bus ride and we only had a total of 2 euros. We started thinking of our plan B- do an 18 mile hike in 90 degree weather or try and hitch a ride. Neither sounded appealing so we decided to finish our drinks and prayed that a euro would fall from heaven. We checked our pockets for any loose change and emptied our beach bag hoping for anything, something. When we left the hotel I did not even think of getting money because I had remembered my credit card and figured I could get money when we were in La Manga. Well I grabbed my credit card and not my debit card so I could not access an ATM and as advanced as the bus system may be in Spain, they are not equipped with credit card machines as of yet. As Roby reached into the zipper section of our Michael Jordan daypack he pulled out three shiny euros to our delight. A big sigh of relief came over us and we enjoyed our last sips of our drinks. Truly our best Tinto Veranos!!!

Later that night we celebrated in our well worn wrinkled “dress clothes” at the Columbus Restaurant in old town. I guess the Spainards take claim to him since they financed his trip(As a side note, Columbus discussed his voyage and request for money with the King at Alhambra in Granada.) We bid our farewell to Cartagena and had wished our friends could have been with us, but they were with us in spirit.






Going to the Great Unknown

Sunseed Desert Technologies
Los Molinos Spain
August 10th-20th



We left Granada full of excitement for our next adventure-our first eco-volunteer program/vacation. As we headed south the landscape become more and more arid to the point that I am not sure anything is capable of growing in this region. Per our instructions from the program we connected in Almeria to catch the local bus to Sorbas Spain. When we arrived in Sorbas which is a town of about 1000 we were dropped off at the bus stop which was basically at the side of the road next to the bar in town. I am not sure how someone is supposed to know this is the bus stop because there is no sign indicating such. Nevertheless, we found it. Our next instruction was to go into the bar and use the payphone to call Sunseed and see if the van was in town or we had the choice of walking to the village of Los Molinos or taking a cab. Well the bartender was not very helpful and would not allow us to use a phone so we trudged into town and found the visitor center and hoped maybe they had a phone or could help us. The lady was very helpful and when I told her we were trying to get to Sunseed she pulled out her own cellphone and called a cab for us. Within minutes he was there and we headed down the windy curvy road to the Village of Los Molinos de Agua. The cab dropped us off next to an abandoned rundown half-finished building on the side of a desert canyon and said we were here. Roby and I looked at each other and wondered what had we gotten ourselves into. Thankfully I had remembered that we needed to find the house with the blue door which I noticed was a bit further down the dirt path through the village. We were greeted by Sophia the sustainability coordinator from New Zealand. After she showed us to our room and dropped off our bags she gave us the grand tour of the project. We learned where the compost toilet (Vietnamese style-for those who don’t know, there is no toilet just a strategically placed hole in the deck) was located aptly named the “jungle loo”. Oh did I mention this is a British Charity Project so the majority of the staff members, in fact all of them except Sophia are British. We were shown where the shower, kitchen and laundry facilities (I.e. bucket and clothesline) along with being given the rules of which water lines (both river and rainwater) to use for cleaning, showering and brushing your teeth. With the village being completely off the grid there were very detailed methods of how the facility ran down to the three bucket process for washing dishes. The project had several different types of solar cookers and they had just completed a rammed earth type oven the previous week. The electricity was powered solely by solar along with the water, and the waste systems were all compost with the water being recycled and filtered through a reed bed system which then watered their organic garden and then back to the river. They did have a propane stove which handled most of the cooking but they did have a haybox system set up to keep things warm or cold depending upon what was put in it. There was no refrigeration and the once a week purchase of eggs or cheese had to be consumed that day. The project in promoting its sustainability and healthy but basic lifestyle only serves a vegetarian diet. It was truly amazing what wonderful food we had during our visit and they have converted us into eating less meat. Everyone is required to pitch in with the household chores choosing whether you want to clean, wash dishes or cook a meal. You were feeding anywhere from 15 to 20 people per meal so no easy task and you have to be creative because you are limited on the ingredients. On our third day there Roby and I along with James the Technology Manager from Wales were cooking lunch. Luckily we were on egg day, so I was the Top Chef and wrote the menu and the boys helped prep the meal. We made a great egg, vegetable, and potato soufflé along with baked zucchini and homemade tomato/garlic sauce and a fresh cabbage salad and fruit salad with a honey mustard dressing. (Sounds like a 5 star meal). It turned out awesome and we were accepted into the Sunseed Family! One of the helpers, Enriquo , who had been a volunteer at Sunseed in the past and loved the village so much ended up staying there would make us several meals while we were there along with his girlfriend Lucy from Britain. We were treated to some real Italian style food because Enriquo is originally from Venice. He has traded in his gondola for a tent along the stream in the Los Molinos Canyon. We just fell in love with the staff members and other volunteers. You could not have found a group of people from such vast backgrounds together supporting the same cause and belief system-to live simple and have a low impact on the environment. Our first friend Theresa was a fellow American volunteer from of all places Brooklyn, New York. We were labeled by the Brits as “The Americans” while Roman, Aurora, and Samantha were collectively called the “French people”. Theresa was only there for a week but we managed to do a couple of nice walks together, a swim in one of the neighbors makeshift pools (which by the way was really cool-he built a round stone structure which had a concrete canal system that brought the river water to his house and it would fill up in the pool which had a spillway when it overflowed and it went to water his garden.) and we even went together to one of the furthest southern beaches near a town called San Jose. We cheated that night at dinner and had chicken enchiladas at a Mexican food restaurant in San Jose. This was our first experience in the Mediterranean Sea and we were hooked. The water was divine and the temperature was a perfect 82 degrees. You could not ask for anything better. We ventured through several of the small beach towns along the way taking in the desert mountainous landscape. It is definitely drier than Arizona but has its own beauty.

Each day at lunch each staff member would advise what type of project they were working on for the next day and you had to pick one to help. The newest person was always allowed to pick first and then so forth. Roby became the designated painter and he helped VJ scrape and paint the main room of the main house for several days but he did go off and help in the organic garden for a few days. I did several different jobs, I helped make jam and jellies, I helped do some research on education grants for sustainable projects, I went on the weekly grocery shopping trip and I helped in the garden and in my downtime I helped Roby scrape and paint. We fell into our routines with ease, the morning wakeup at 7:15 which was difficult on a few mornings when we had a few late evenings, breakfast at 8:00 consisting of oatmeal or “porridge” as the Brits call it and Tea or homemade bread and jam (they go through a lot of tea at this place), then off to your assigned tasks for two hours. We then took a break at 10:00 with a quick snack and Tea again and then back to work for two hours before we settled down for lunch. If you were on lunch duty you did not have to go back to work after break, you got to start cooking. Everyone looked forward to the meals because as mentioned before the food was outstanding. Each day someone assigned to the garden would harvest vegetables and fresh fruit (figs, blackberries and plums were abundant along with grapevines growing everywhere). Everyone should have a fig tree in their yard. It has become our new favorite fruit. We even used the fruit from the agave cactus in several of the meals. One of the neighbors in the village had a special tool and showed us how to pluck them off the cactus without thorning ourselves to death. Once lunch was over the afternoon was yours. Everyone would venture to the swimming hole down by the stream which was a good mile walk through the jungle but once you found it the cold water was delightful. It was quite hot in the village and no AC so this was our way of cooling off. One day Roby and I ventured to a different section of the stream called Los Tessoros where there were several larger pools of water and a small waterfall through the canyon walls. Several of the staff members gave us directions and after some route finding and about an hour later we found them. Heaven. You could not have asked for a cooler spot and since we had it all to ourselves it made it even more special. As you will see in the photos we went Native. Most afternoons also consisted of a siesta especially after a tough morning of working!!! Then it was time for dinner. Did I mention how great the food was.

After supper there were usually different activities going on in the village or in the town of Sorbas that we would partake in. Every Tuesday Timbay, one of the local villagers who lived in a very cool renovated adobe style house with some more modern conveniences but still completely off the grid, hosted an open house where he showed off his museum of artifacts and products he made out of the agave stalk and served Ethiopian Coffee (which according to Roby was excellent). His parents were activists who built a school and sponsored programs to help improve the conditions in Ethiopia. Timbay continues to help them and is in the process of finding funding to set up agave groves in remote poor villages throughout Africa and the world. He showed us several films he produced which were dedicated to his agave business and the school his parents started. It is amazing what incredible things can be made out of agave-musical instruments called digidoos, furniture, flooring, and drum sets. He is pretty talented and maybe some day we will read about him. He lived in a home owned by Dave “the self-appointed” mayor of Los Molinos. Dave is one of the original villagers who came to reclaim the abandoned village. He has been there for over 25 years and is an expat from Britian. In fact the majority of the people who live in the village are British or American. His homes have been featured in several magazines as examples of how you can live off the grid and still enjoy the luxuries of civilization (music, tv, radio, hot shower). He is a great guy full of wonderful stories and the best outlook on life. He just hangs out and enjoys life. He told us one day-”there is no wrong way-just a different way”. Words to live by. In fact that is how everyone in the village lives. A simple life with good friends, good food, and good times. We are hooked.

Rod the resident “Dad” of our group, set up a star gazing presentation for us during one of the best meteor showers. He is from England and about 70 years old but he stayed up later and had more energy than most of us youngsters. He got along famously with the villagers and as any good Englishman he helped them polish off the beers. At about 10:00 pm he gathered us all together to watch a slide presentation relating to meteors and the constellations and then we headed out beyond our village to watch the meteor show. We were all lying on the ground looking up and screaming when we saw one shoot through the sky. A great evening.

It seemed like there was an event going on every evening. We timed it right and were in town while many fiestas were going on in town. It was amazing how much time and effort went into preparing for these events especially in such a small and remote town. One fiesta we attended was to crown the Princess of Sorbas and the other was to celebrate one of the many catholic saints. This event was huge and everyone from several villages attended because it entailed the annual bagel throwing event. As several of the villagers walked through town carrying a replica of the saint, the residents stood at their second story windows and threw bagels at the crowd. People were knocking others down and shoving and pushing to get the bagels. These were not soft bagels either and I was beaned in the eye with one and the back of the head. Sophia suffered a bruised foot and a cut on her finger. But we did manage to collect over two large sacks of bagels so we were set for bread for the next week. We ate bagels with everything. They were creative at meal time-bagel bruchetta, bread pudding, bagel chips, bread soup, pizza bagels, peanut butter and jelly bagels. Nothing goes to waste at Sunseed. This celebration in Sorbas went on until 3:00 in the morning. The Spanish know how to party. Even the kids are up until the sun comes up. We were allowed to have a late start the next morning due to the festival. Roby was in charge of making lunch one day and his partner Marlena a young German girl of about 18 who did not have much experience cooking so I pitched in to help them out. We made a great risotto with mushrooms, tomatoes and amaranth leaves from the garden along with a beautiful salad. It was gobbled down within minutes. Everyone is a good eater at Sunseed.
Our last couple of days were our best. James and his friend Aaron who came in from England to help with the wind turbine course gave us a presentation on their company V3 Technologies and the process they were going to teach on how to build a low-tech wind turbine. The slideshow was incredible and we wished we could have stayed for the course. He did give us a name of a company in Colorado who is similar so we are going to check it out when we get back. After the presentation we went over to a different village which was located about 40 minutes from Los Molinos near what they call Little Hollywood. This is the area where they filmed a lot of the Clint Eastwood movies-The Good, Bad and the Ugly, and A Fist Full of Dollars. One of the ten residents of Desert Stars has a private restaurant and movie night at his home. His home is located about 15 minutes from the main highway of which you have to travel down a dirt road which is actually a dried up river bed so you have to watch for flash floods! Once you arrive you are greeted by Lawrence and his wife outside their home which is under construction and probably has been for years. The home is basically a makeshift yurt but with an open front so you have an unobstructed view of the mountains. He has his “clubhouse” where he entertains and serves his meals and then just outside of the dining area are couches and chairs set up under the stars with a huge large movie screen where he shows either the Spaghetti Westerns that were filmed in the area or other popular films. Lawrence, a trained chef, served us an incredible meal of chicken and mushroom pie, carved chicken, eggplant, sautéed vegetables and a mushroom soup. Then for dessert he made apple pie with English cream. His wife was the bartender and we enjoyed our new favorite cocktail called the Tinto Verano which is red wine and lemon soda. It is similar to a sangria and they go down like kool-aid. We learned about them from Roshini (VJ’s girlfriend who was visiting him from London). She is a great girl and we had a fun time hanging out with her and VJ. She met him on a different conservation project and has come to visit him a couple of times while he has been working at Sunseed. She was getting ready to start her first year of teaching back in London. She has a great English accent and I think we learned a new language from her. In fact it was rather funny because we understood the German volunteers Marlena and Tim when they spoke English better than the Brits. We had fun with each other with our American phrases vs. the British phrases. They thought it was funny when we were heading into town and someone had to sit in the way back of the van and we said we would “ride dog”. Rosh loved it and I think it has been added to her vocabulary.

I think I have digressed a bit and forgot what I was writing about-oh yea- The dinner and movie night at Desert Stars. After our wonderful meal and before we watched the movie we were entertained and mesmerized by Lawrence and his stories about his travels through Europe and the Middle East in the 60’s & 70’s. He then told us he had written a book called “How to Build a Flying Saucer”. We all thought it was a fictionally story about his life but it turns out it really is about how to build one with the use of a gyroscope. He pulled out all these drawings and gave us an hour lesson on the science and physics of how it can be done along with his story of the prototype he has built. He was amazingly fascinating with the myriad of stories and knowledge he possessed. He reminds me of my friend Mike (I will leave out the last name to protect the innocent) who know everything about anything. He then changed topics and told us about the different levels of mysticism and showed us some more drawings which were incredible. He definitely confirmed you never judge a book by its cover. I think we could have sat there and listened to him all night but it was getting late so we decided it was time for the movie. We watched “Water for Chocolate” . We capped off the evening with a farewell drink and then headed home by the glow of the night sky. It truly was an epic evening and a perfect way to end our two weeks at Sunseed. We made some new friends and had an experience we will never forget.



Granada

Granada
August 8th and 9th


Our last stop in our 9 day journey through Spain before we hit Sorbas for our volunteer program. This was an added stop and cut our time in Madrid short but turned out to be a good detour. The bus ride took us through the olive area of Spain. When I say olive area I don’t mean just a few farms - this is an olive region of the country where there was literally an olive tree 20 feet on center in every direction for probably a hundred miles or more. It did not matter whether it was a hillside, a valley, a rock or crevice, if an olive tree could grow there they planted one. In fact this region of Spain is where the olive oil industry began. I did my best to snap pictures but when you are traveling at 65 mph and using a point and shoot camera you can only go so far. The rolling terrain became more arid and desert-like as we headed south. It was as if we were in Arizona up near Cottonwood. It was also becoming hotter. Granada was a great little town and we had probably the best hotel we have had along the trip and it was actually the cheapest. This was a real hotel with a lobby and restaurant and our bathroom was not a shoe box. We even had enough room to do our laundry in the tub and string it across the room to dry. (Brilliant).

We had a day and a half in town and our main goal was to see the El Alhambra palace. We tried to get tickets on the internet but it said it was sold out! We had made the trip to Granada specifically to see this place so we booked a guided tour thinking that was the only way we were going to get in but did so reluctantly because it was going to cost a fortune. We were set so we thought. During dinner Patti kept checking her emails on her blackberry to see if we had received our final confirmation for the tour but it never arrived, so she was forced to call the booking company and they still could not help confirm our spot with the tour company. They told her to call back the next morning at 10:00 to check in. She explained to them as diplomatically and as quickly as she could because the call was costing $1.00 a minute, that this was not feasible since our tour was supposed to be at 10:00. She finally hung up on them and we took our chances based on a tip from the information both attendant at the bus station that we could probably get into the Palace if we got up early and arrived as soon as it opened to get tickets.

The early morning in Granada was perfect for our stroll through old town and all the way up the steep hillside to El Alhambra that presides over the town. Taking in the cool breeze and outstanding landscape along the tree-lined pathway we reached the top along with the hundreds of other early bird tourists already in line. After waiting in line for about an hour without knowing if it was even possible to get a ticket and not having heard back from the tour company, Patti exited the line to see if she could find out some more information. Unbeknownst to most of the people there was a an area where you could buy a ticket on an automated machine with your credit card for a later time, and that is what we did. We were getting into El Alhambra!!! We immediately sent an email to the tour company and cancelled our reservation and we were on our way. It was a blessing we got there so early because it took about 5 hours to go through the whole compound and gardens and when the sun came out in full force it was a little hot. Immediately upon entering my picture taking began. I believe I set a one day record for probably 75 pictures of every nook and cranny you could find. It was an amazing collection of fascinating buildings, rooms, chambers, courtyards and gardens perfectly fitted to the hill top and built over several centuries by different occupants with different evolving styles. The elaborated detail of the tile mosaics and sculpted columns and 3D patterned ceilings baffled us. I was astonished. How did they do this? Who did this? The design concepts were amazing enough but how did they actually get it built to this level of refinement. I mean literally did they prepare detailed 3D rendered drawings or dimensioned plans or possibly make physical models for presentation to the King in order to convey their ideas in a way that he could completely understand exactly every roof line, wall finish, plant, fountain, paving pattern, color or architectural detail. Surely there was some sort of review approval process right? What about schedule, budget and permits? There had to be some limit on resources or the amount of time the King would be expected to wait for his Palace. Or was there a simple order to build me a palace similar to such and such and you better exceed my expectations. And what if he didn’t like it - then just rip it all out and start over or was it off with their heads? Even if you could get buy in from the king - how do you find the materials and craftsmen to accomplish it. I’ve had unbelievable frustration just getting a simple finish on concrete done correctly by a supposedly highly experience contractor. How they did this work back in the 9th century is truly amazing.

On our way back down the hill along the tree shaded path we discussed some of our favorite parts of the palace and pondered over some of these perplexing questions. Suddenly we were approached by a very forward young gypsy woman talking fast in some foreign tongue and at the same time forcing a piece of rosemary in my hand and uncurling my fingers to start reading my palm. As she scrolled funny little diagrams on my palm I’m sure she was explaining what a kind and generous person I was and that I would live a long and prosperous life. I still wasn’t even sure what was happening but was just shaking my head no and saying no thank you all at about the same time she stopped and held out her hand for some money. Patti just said no and started to walk off. I reached into my pocket and only found 3 dimes and gave it to her. She started saying no senor 1 euro, 1 euro. I said no sorry that’s all I have and began to back off. She grabbed the rosemary branch back from me and exhibited the universally understood middle finger and stormed off. Oh well, can’t please em all. We continued on our merry way and stopped at the first sidewalk café that we saw in the plaza at the bottom of the hill for some of the best food and definitely the best sangria that we’ve had so far in Spain.

After a little siesta back at the hotel and a frustrating guitar practice session we decided to head back out on the town to find the guitar store that we had seen while walking up toward the Alhambra. I’ve been disappointed with this new little travel guitar that I bought in Madrid. For some reason I’ve just had a lot more trouble playing it than mine and it won’t stay tuned for more than a half a day. I’m thinking that it is because of the cheap nylon Spanish style strings and have decided to see if I can have metal string put on it like my guitar back home. The shop is open this time and the owner speaks a little English. I try to explain the problem as I pull it out of the case and he just looks at me and says senor this is not an instrument - this is a toy for a child. He reaches over and picks up a similar sized but real guitar and shows me the difference in the width of the fret board and I immediately realized why I’ve had so much trouble playing it. He doesn’t have any steel strings, tunes the guitar and explains that the nylon strings will probably hold a better tune after a few more tunings.
We walked around some of the bizarre streets and alleyways of old town, got a small bite to eat, talked about our excitement and expectations for out trip the next day to the remote village of Los Molinos for our two week volunteer work and called it a night.




Madrid

Madrid
August 6th and 7th



Our first long bus ride in Spain turned out to be a more pleasant experience than anticipated. In fact it was better than the train system. The buses are super aerodynamic space age looking, new and air conditioned with nice comfy seats and we even got to watch a couple of movies in Spanish of course. Unbeknownst to me the hotel owner in Bilbao forgot to give me back my passport so what started out as a relaxed ride to Madrid turned in to shear panic. Thankfully our new friend Charlene had given her number to the hotel when she booked the room for us and he called her to let her know he still had it. She then emailed me. Thank God for my blackberry and the great cell reception in Madrid because we were in a very remote area when I received word. After a few desperate emails and a phone call to Charlene when we reached Madrid, we were able to coordinate having her mail the passport to Sunseed where we were doing our volunteer work in a few days. Now all I had to do was stay out of trouble! Charlene was a godsend and I owe her greatly. So lesson learned always make sure you get your passport back from the hotel clerk before you leave.

After a 4 ½ hour bus ride we arrived in Madrid which is a very unusual bus station because it is all underground. It actually takes a good 5 minutes of walking and stair climbing to reach daylight and fresh air but we were heading to the metro which was even further underground. ( we have been amazed how far down some of these systems are). Charlene and Manuel were extra special to us and even gave us free metro tickets for Madrid and directions on the metro line to take to get to our hotel. So no need for the tourist office in Madrid. We were locals now-except for those backpacks-they seem to give us away.

Our hotel was located in the center of old town Madrid right near the Puerta del Sol and the Plaza Mayor. It too was a very nice place. We have been improving our hotel picking skills. We arrived early evening and quite hungry so we were on a mission to find the local calamari sandwich restaurant Charlene and Manuel told us we could not miss. After a quick stroll through the Puerta del Sol and stopping to watch the street performers who seem to flock the city of Madrid, we found the restaurant outside the Plaza Mayor, exactly where they told us it was located. With my excellent Spanish I ordered us a couple of sandwiches and cold beers which come in juice size glasses. It epitomizes exactly what you would expect from a local bar with a short order cook/bartender. They are grumpy and serve you immediately without a smile and you better know what you want because they will pass over you without hesitation. I guess the Spanish version of the soup Nazi. The sandwiches were delicious, absolutely stuffed with fresh fried calamari and really hit the spot. We were famished after the bus ride and only a Dunkin Donut pastry and the nastiest “American” coffee for breakfast. Spain does not have nearly as great of pastry as France so we have had to resort to American pastry. Once we replenished we did some more site seeing and the street performers started coming out by the dozens and attracting sizable crowds which really animates the street scene. We got a full on flamenco dance recital. The girl even brought her own piece of wood to act as her stage and several Laurel and Hardy type acts. Many of the actors/performers painted themselves in silver or gold paint from head to toe and acted like statues. No need to spend any money on tourist attractions we had them all for free on the streets. While enjoying several performances in Plaza Mayor we enjoyed a couple of sangrias and paella. We were still hungry after the calamari sandwiches.

The next morning we were on a mission to find as many parks and gardens as we could. We only had a full day in the city so we had to cover some ground and quickly. First stop El Parque Rentir- Madrid’s large central urban green space that actually gives central park a run for its money. Roby was amazed by the large parkways through the area for pedestrian travel. It had a small lake and beautiful flower gardens throughout the park. The rose garden was incredible. Not only did they use the French Parterre style but now we learned about the Madrid style of garden which included more trees in its design. While taking our morning stroll we happened upon a par course park - you know those little workout stations that are normally located at about half mile intervals along a jogging path. Well this one had all of the workout stations clustered together in one spot in the park and was this little local gym like social scene so we had a great little impromptu workout with da boys. You just never know when you will get your exercise in. Our nice morning stroll turned into a 5 hour tour!! Worrying we were going to run out of daylight we headed to the Sabatini Park near the Palace and proceeded to take a nap in the shade. On our way back to the hotel we came across several guitar stores but we were on Spanish time so they were closed. We would have to return after their siesta. Roby wanted to find a small guitar to travel with so he could continue to practice.

It was Saturday night in Madrid. We took our shower in our own bathroom (yea) put on our party clothes- actually a skirt and new shirt for me-and proceeded to enjoy a good cheap bottle of Spanish wine and cheese in our room. Our own happy hour. Charlene also let us in on the little secret that the First Run movie theaters showed movies in English with Spanish subtitles. So after a little wine we decided to brave Bruno and then experience Madrid nightlife. They say it is the city that never sleeps. There must not be a copyright on that phrase because several cities seem to claim that right. We found several cute pubs in the old section of the city to enjoy a few sangrias, beers and wine. Thankfully we did not have an early bus the next morning. With a little bit of a wine hangover we proceeded to venture back into town and found the guitar store and were able to purchase a reasonably priced guitar for us to schlep around Europe. Now we needed to find us a place to settle down for awhile so Roby will actually have time to take it out of its case. Making record time we headed to the bus station for our next two day stop-Granada.



Guggenheim Explored

Bilbao Spain
August 4th and 5th


Better late than never, we were finally heading toward Spain. Due to our extended stay in Paris and Tours our anticipated arrival time in Spain was about a week late. No worries though we have become speed demons and have learned to cover quite a bit of ground in no time. We had 6 days to make it from the northern tip of Spain to the southern tip and had three stops along the way. We almost did not even make our first stop in Bilbao due to some logistical problems with the train in Tours. A group of us entered the train marked for Bourdeaux unbeknownst to any of us that the car we sat in was going to disconnect from the rest of the train along the way and head in a different direction. Of course the conductor made an announcement but none of us spoke any French. Thankfully the young ticket taker came through and in his broken and best English explained to us we needed to move up four cars or we were not going to make it to Bourdeaux. It was funny seeing the mass exodus at the next step. The train even gave us an extra few minutes due to so many of us needing to change. We were a bit concerned because in France you have about 2 minutes to disembark/embark or you get left behind. With the security of knowing we were in the correct train we enjoyed the 4 hour journey from Tours to Bourdeaux watching the beautiful wine country pass by. Once in Bourdeaux we had to change trains to Biarritz which was the final destination for the French train before we entered Spain. This area is a “beach town” for all the Parisians to head in the summer so it was a bit crowded and you found quite a few more backpackers in this area. Feeling confident we got off the train expecting to see the bus station nearby to catch our bus to Bilbao. Well we did find a bus but it was only a local bus and no one at the train station had any idea what I was referring to when I asked for the bus to Bilbao. That is what I get for trusting that internet site!! The train attendant told us we had to take another train to Irun which is literally the border and that is where we could pick up the bus, and of course the only type of train that goes there is the high speed train. Taking our precious euros from us we caught the train which turned out to be better because we would be getting to Bilbao earlier but I still think he was trying to scam us for our money since he could tell we were Americans. Nevertheless we made it to Bilbao unscathed. Even better we had exact directions on how to take the Metro to our hostal and then explicit instructions on how to get to our hostal which turned out to be very much appreciated. Our friend John Newell’s sister Charlene and her husband Manuel lived in Bilbao and they helped get us our hotel room and provided us with the wonderful directions. It was relaxing not to have to worry about how to get to our destination.

Having arrived three hours earlier in Bilbao we had plenty of time to check out the area. We were staying in the City Center in the old section of town. It is the last section of the Middle Ages and is known as the 7 streets. A very unique urban plan with windy cobblestoned streets intersecting at 45 and 65 degree angles. Although not a large area you could easily get lost for hours if not days trying to find your way out. I am very thankful I have Roby because he can even find his way out of a paper bag!!! It does not seem to matter how many old sections we go through they each have their own identity and impress us more and more. Bilbao was going to be our first experience of Tapa eating. Each bar or restaurant has a bar area with trays and shelves loaded down with appetizer style food or smaller portions called raciones of their full meals and you just go up and order whatever you want. Some of the establishments will give it away when you buy alcohol or at reduced prices. All the Spaniards stand at these Tapas bars and eat, drink and smoke, many with a Tapa or fork in one hand and cigarette in the other. Spain still allows bars and restaurants to decide whether they want to be smoke-free. None of them have taken them up on banning smoking so each one is just filled with this wonderful layer of grey smoke as you enter. A wonderful ingredient in their food. We also realized that in Bilbao especially the people just party out on the streets outside the restaurants. They do not all have tables and seating available so they sit on curbs, corners of store windows, or just stand in the middle of the street. The night was beautiful so we got our tapas and drinks and “when in Spain”. . .

The next morning was the big day. Roby was going to the Guggenheim. After watching a documentary on it almost 10 years ago he has been wanting to go and we were finally here. It is almost like when we saw the Statue of David in Florence or the Eiffel Tower in Paris, we were finally in Spain. After a quick pastry (which was not nearly as good as in Paris) we met up with Charlene and she took us on a tour of Bilbao and to the Guggenheim. We walked along the Bilbao River and suddenly upon us was this pronounced structure.

Everything about the Guggenheim was fascinating - the structure, the site, the surrounding park and sculptures and the interior exhibits. This immense fluid piece of polished aluminum was like an exotic sculpture in and of itself and just seemed to rise up from the banks of the Bilbao river where industrial steel factories use to be. It was truly hard for us to take our eyes off of it. A photograph could not do it justice but we tried with dozens of attempts from every angle. Aside from the building we enjoyed seeing the huge metal spider sculpture and the 3 story whimsical floral puppy dog in the common areas around the building. On the inside the first major exhibit was the dozen or so full size matching white sedan cars hanging from the foyer ceiling and exploding with light in protest to the overwhelming way that cars have shaped the world and society. Our favorite exhibit was by the same artist that produced the Beijing Olympics opening ceremony. He and a small team of artist produced several dozen life size clay sculptures of Chinese pre-industrial laborers at work. The exhibit depicted the process of creating the sculptures and the exhibit itself. Some subjects were just wire and wood frames, others had some clay roughed in others appeared to be freshly completed with and amazing level of detail to facial expressions, tools, and clothing. But what was amazing is that most of the clay subjects were being allowed to simply and naturally dry out, crack, chip, fall apart and disintegrate back into dry clay dust on the floor of the exhibit. It was amazing to see how the work of art evolved and at the same time how the laborers aged throughout their lives and symbolically became part of the earth again.

After our tour we met up with Manuel Charlene’s husband and went to have our first Spanish lunch. (El menu del dia) This is a pre-fixed menu including salad, meal, dessert and beverage (water, coffee or wine). Now I know why they need a siesta in the middle of the afternoon. Manuel told us that the siesta is Spains yoga. We were stuffed and a bit tipsy. Apparently these drinking lunches are the norm-I guess that is why Spain was not very good at ruling the world. I think we might be able to get used to it though. (twist our arm!). We decided to get out of the city and took the metro out to the suburbs where they lived. A great little section of town overlooking the ocean on high sea cliffs. Before Roby fell asleep they pumped him full of tea and sugar and we headed out for a walk which turned into a three hour interpreted tour of this old fishing village and several waterfront beach areas with many Spanish female topless sun bathers to Roby’s delight. Lifes simple pleasures. The weather was a perfect 80 degrees with a nice breeze and they had such wonderful views. Before we knew it the time was 10:00 pm so we headed back into town had a quick Spanish dinner (tapas again) and went to sleep. The afternoon with Charlene and Manuel was priceless. It is so much more meaningful when you have people who know and live the experience and can give you the insight and history. We will be forever grateful to them for such a lovely day. A special time in our journey.

Cinderella's Castles

Tours France
August 1st-3rd



The trip to Bayeux was quick but memorable and we were now on to our next adventure. This portion of the trip was going to be fly by night excursions because we needed to make it from Northern France to Southern Spain within 9 days and we still had 4 places to stop along the way. We had to go back to Paris to switch trains for Tours. Since we were experts at Paris we knew how to take the metro to the other station and how to read the train schedule. Other than our backpacks you would never have known we were tourists as long as we kept our mouths shut.

The ride to Tours was about 2 and a half hours and when we arrived we were happy to see the information booth right away. Unfortunately it was not the general information booth but a tour guide company disguised as the information booth. Great marketing on his part. Not only did we get directions for our hotel but we were hook line and sinkered into signing up for a tour of the Chateaus. The day was perfect, sunshine but a cool breeze and we only had a two minute walk to our hotel. It was literally right behind the train station and aptly named Terminus. More important we had a real bathroom.

The next morning we met up with the tour guide bus and headed to the chateaus. We went and saw two one known for its gardens called Villandry and the other called Chinon which is owned by the Country of France after it went into foreclosure. (seems like the economic crisis is hitting all housing markets!!) The gardens at Villandry are designed using the French Parterre style (I learned from Roby). Although it is not his favorite style for he prefers a more organic flow instead of the formal design he was still amazed by the gardens and details. The vegetable garden was perfect and our favorite section was the sun garden. It had brightly colored flowers throughout and an abundance of different grasses. The layout of the gardens had fountains throughout and terraces for different viewing angles. A truly incredible site. You must take a look at the photos much too difficult to describe.

After a bit of site seeing we figured out how to get bicycles and decided to be adventurous and ride to the Chenonceux Chateau a quick 12 mile ride through the countryside. This ride was going to require some good navigation skills because the trail along the Cher River was not a direct route. Many portions of it went off track and we would have to ride through town streets and highways. The first few minutes tested us because we could not figure out how to get from the highway down to the trail. After some frustration we realized the only way down was to carry our bikes down a set of cement stairs. Why would they put a pathway from the roadway that would be too logical. Once on the trail it was beautiful. In fact it was a world heritage site because of the reclamation of the wildlife area. We had cool breezes, a view of the river and the most quintessential French village homes in idealistic French neighborhoods. We were riding in a fairytale. With such a beautiful ride we did not realize we had traveled 12 miles. Upon arrival we were stunned by the enormous castle at the end of the double tree-lined path. This chateau was frequently visited by King Louie. You could easily see why the rich and famous of France and England depending upon who was in power at the time. You had the river, green rolling hills and cool weather.

Our visit took longer than expected and we were running out of daylight to ride home so we figured we would take the train back to Tours. The train never arrived which was unusual for France. Thankfully a German lady who know how to speak French called the train company and they informed her that the train was not coming because a man had thrown himself under the train and was blocking the line. The German couple also had bikes so the four of us set out for Amboise a small town about 4 miles away. We were excited because we were now going to get a tour through the wine country without having to pay for it. No cars in site we had the country road to ourselves flowing through the hills of grapevines and beautiful scenery. The German couple led the way which was a godsend because maneuvering through Amboise turned out to be a bit tricky. With minutes to spare we all made the train. Along the way we had a great conversation with them and told them they had a free place to stay in Phoenix for getting us back to civilization.
Luck seems to be on our side lately.