The Journey to Sablet
One of the nicest things about our experience owning a home in Sablet and spending time in Provence has been meeting so many wonderful people. My last post told about some of our neighbors in Sablet. We also have "met" just the best people, who we've been fortunate enough to have as guests at Maison des Pelerins. Now, we hear from Jacqueline Hughes who has started planning a trip to Sablet - she and her husband are celebrating a special wedding anniversary this fall. Thanks Jacqueline for sharing your trip with us.........
Monday, May 04, 2009
The Journey to Sablet
Today is the day! Yes, today we officially reserve our beautiful home snuggled within the hilltop village of Sablet, France. Between 'surfing the Net' and meeting delightful homeowners there, talking with a friend who was born in Aix-en-Provence and reading, reading, reading......my husband and I believe we've discovered a perfect anniversary celebration week in Provence. Mid-September is such a wonderful time to travel and that is when our exciting journey will begin. Or, has it begun already?
In my mind, at least, I began this journey years ago while falling in love with France in my eighth grade French class. The Eiffel Tower, Mont Saint Michel and the Pont du Gard loomed large within my expectations of perfect photo opportunities and all the while falling in love and kissing my French boyfriend as we glided arm-in-arm across the Pont Neuf in Paris. Ahhh.....
Then reality sets in, life and maintaining that life by making a living becomes priority and our dreams are relegated to the 'sleeping' portion of our existence and resurface every now and then when something sparks their importance within our daily routine.
When I think back now, amazingly enough, everything I did that included color choices, decorating and furniture, right down to the landscaping of each of our homes, represented a French lifestyle complete with terra cotta and bright blue pots overflowing with colorful flowers and fragrant herbs for cooking. This was my 'petite jardin.' I would delight in the sound made by the crushed stone beneath my feet as I walked to the garden bench, really a plank of wood elevated by leftover bricks from a home project, and nestle in my sunny spot surrounded by my petite garden with a good book in hand.
Francophile.......I really was not familiar with that term for many, many years because I was living within my heart as opposed to a label. To this day I usually do not use that term to describe my behavior toward French culture and lifestyle. My emotions travel within a much deeper vein.
Did I plan this to happen? Truthfully, no. You fall in love with someone for so many reasons. I consider myself fortunate to be living with a person for over thirty-five years of marriage, two beautiful daughters and now, two delightful granddaughters later, who shares.....for the most part.....my passion for discovering French culture, the French people and their lifestyle. Dan's passion is history. Ah, yes....two halves that really do create a whole.
Thus our journey to Sablet began together. Okay, perhaps our initial journey to France did, that is. I remember it well.....5 August, 1990! Crisp blue skies and the warmth of an August sunrise greeted us through the bedroom curtains......!
To Be Continued........
....... Jacqueline Hughes
Monday, May 04, 2009
The Journey to Sablet
Today is the day! Yes, today we officially reserve our beautiful home snuggled within the hilltop village of Sablet, France. Between 'surfing the Net' and meeting delightful homeowners there, talking with a friend who was born in Aix-en-Provence and reading, reading, reading......my husband and I believe we've discovered a perfect anniversary celebration week in Provence. Mid-September is such a wonderful time to travel and that is when our exciting journey will begin. Or, has it begun already?
In my mind, at least, I began this journey years ago while falling in love with France in my eighth grade French class. The Eiffel Tower, Mont Saint Michel and the Pont du Gard loomed large within my expectations of perfect photo opportunities and all the while falling in love and kissing my French boyfriend as we glided arm-in-arm across the Pont Neuf in Paris. Ahhh.....
Then reality sets in, life and maintaining that life by making a living becomes priority and our dreams are relegated to the 'sleeping' portion of our existence and resurface every now and then when something sparks their importance within our daily routine.
When I think back now, amazingly enough, everything I did that included color choices, decorating and furniture, right down to the landscaping of each of our homes, represented a French lifestyle complete with terra cotta and bright blue pots overflowing with colorful flowers and fragrant herbs for cooking. This was my 'petite jardin.' I would delight in the sound made by the crushed stone beneath my feet as I walked to the garden bench, really a plank of wood elevated by leftover bricks from a home project, and nestle in my sunny spot surrounded by my petite garden with a good book in hand.
Francophile.......I really was not familiar with that term for many, many years because I was living within my heart as opposed to a label. To this day I usually do not use that term to describe my behavior toward French culture and lifestyle. My emotions travel within a much deeper vein.
Did I plan this to happen? Truthfully, no. You fall in love with someone for so many reasons. I consider myself fortunate to be living with a person for over thirty-five years of marriage, two beautiful daughters and now, two delightful granddaughters later, who shares.....for the most part.....my passion for discovering French culture, the French people and their lifestyle. Dan's passion is history. Ah, yes....two halves that really do create a whole.
Thus our journey to Sablet began together. Okay, perhaps our initial journey to France did, that is. I remember it well.....5 August, 1990! Crisp blue skies and the warmth of an August sunrise greeted us through the bedroom curtains......!
To Be Continued........
....... Jacqueline Hughes


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