First of all, my apologies to anyone who tried to have a listen to the song mentioned in the previous entry (at my request). I appreciate your efforts and I promise I did not intentionally deny you access (silly/glutenous iTunes regulations). It is worth checking out, if only for 30 seconds' worth of a sample.

Secondly, my weekend escapade to Aix en Provence was something out of a film (A Good Year perhaps). In just a brief few days I was introduced to the French countryside with rolling greenery and endless vineyards, petite, tucked away villages with cobblestone streets and quaint French cuisine restaurants, skinny (like most women's pants) interwoven streets consisting of dated architectural buildings (framed with classic sand washed shutters) that seemed to embrace the sun's light at the most picturesque angles, the city's bustling center brimming with boutiques, charming markets (displaying both material and edible goods), women in free-flowing sundresses and men in their business suits with beads of sweat adorning their brow, easily whisked away by a tepid breeze, and the remote island of Porquerolles offering tandem mountain biking as their premium mode of transportation (what could be better?!). (That may just be the longest run-on sentence I've created since 3rd grade.)

My future humble yet magnificent chateau sits on the grounds of a vineyard just adjacent to the owner's 10-rooms-too-many living quarters. It appears to be currently occupied by a lovely young couple at the moment but we'll check back next decade and see where we stand, shall we? I've also developed an affinity for the French dining etiquette. Five course meals including cheese and dessert plates as their own meals!! (However, I could probably do without the pigeon and duck souffle.) Until this point, I believed that my Boston driving skills would've prepared me to be successfully and efficiently mobile in any region. It turns out, (as hard as it is for me to admit) the French may have something on me. Then again, I didn't see one 5-0 in sight. If that were the case here, who knows what would ensue...

I want to send my sincere gratitude to Indy for doing an all-star job hosting me this weekend. You're ok with staying in a Holiday Inn and dining at McDonald's when you come over to visit, right? I mean, it's only fair...