Forgotten....

… I once spent a month in the Cote d'Azur region of France exploring…. a tiny village south of the city of Draguignan was where I planned my excursions and recharged afterwards….. I had a wonderful time prowling around pubs, cafes, and ancient Roman ruins….. eating figs and olives right off the trees…. getting to know the locals over a few hands of pinochle and a couple bottles of wine in the spring evenings…

… I was a young man….. 22 years old….. with a buzz-cut hairdo, a weathered pair of khaki pants, and a coarsely woven wool sweater….

… I remember cobblestone streets and a great plaza bordered with open-air cafes that served the strongest coffee imaginable…. and beer…. Stella Artois in gargantuan mugs….

… I don’t seem to remember the name of the village though…. but I am sure I knew it once….

… and I never learned to speak French….. and yet I never missed a meal or went without a drink when I was thirsty…..

… in retrospect, I suspect that they just really, really enjoyed the fact that I was horrible at pinochle…. then again, my sweater kicked ass… so perhaps they were putting up with me until I let slip the name of my haberdasher in Aberdeen…….

by Eric on April 30, 2007 | Bullshit (7) | TrackBack (0) | Thinking
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"… I was a young man…..[with] a weathered pair of khaki pants, and a coarsely woven wool sweater…."

Was that all you had to wear? Oh, and Stella in Large Steins? Mmmm!

Bullshitted by Erica on April 30, 2007 08:43 PM

.. I think I remember having some socks...

Bullshitted by Eric on April 30, 2007 08:55 PM

I'm pretty sure they were smiling because they spit in your wine, man... They did mine... Of course, I was excoriating de Gaulle at the time, and had vomit on my shirt...

Bullshitted by Velociman on April 30, 2007 10:34 PM

I don't know about France. I wanted to go visit Omaha Beach and such. I just don't think the locals were be to particular towards rather large Americans.

Bullshitted by Viking Medic on May 1, 2007 12:45 AM

How'd you manage to choke down olives right off the tree? That's some nasty bitter stuff, until they're cured.

Bullshitted by El Capitan on May 1, 2007 10:48 AM

I really want to go see St. Petersburg, but I'll probably have to bring all my own food, clothes, water, security,and gas. The only thing they're not short on is vodka,

Bullshitted by holder on May 1, 2007 03:51 PM

I loved my time in France. Actually I was living in the UK and had to go there every two weeks on my time off to get something to eat.

But I spent most of it in the Calvados region. I love the locals there. I would insist on speaking my bad bad French with a deep southern accent and they would beg me to speak English. The local fisherman come in the cafes in the early morning to drink coffee and calvedos before going out in the boats.

But it was in the UK where I was banned from the pub for starting a pub brawl over a pint of Stella Artois. There was much breakage of furniture and head butting while I cowered under a table.

Bullshitted by rosie on May 2, 2007 12:46 PM