One afternoon after working the vine in the morning, Alain- the Father-of-the-house here at Blancardy explained to Kelly and I that he would be taking us that afternoon on a ____through the mountains?… What Kelly and I (always) lose in translation is just what _____ is?…. So… we prepare for everything = a hike, a stroll, a drive, a bike-ride, a moto ride, ______. We come downstairs with dictionaries, waterbottles, tissues, cameras, coats, hiking shoes… we had NO IDEA what Alain had told us to prepare for… and in turn we received such an incredible treat= the best day I’ve ever had in France. Alain, our incredible french tour-guide took us up a road just like this one >>and far off into the mountains of Sevenne: There were mountain villages after mountain villages lined with schist and granite buildings, tiny protestant temples juxtaposed to mini catholic churches, thousands of small rock walls holding together tiers upon tiers of onion farms, and roads only big enough for one (small) car at a time… When we got to the top, after passing through mountain sides drenched in incredible yellow wild-flowers and a small (but nonetheless awesome) ski resort, we could see from the plateaus of the western part of Cevenne all the way to the ocean… and on a clear fall day=the Alps and the Pyrenees? WOW. What a treat. All thanks to this man:He even took Kelly and I “mushrooming”… It was incredible! We had purchased a couple of mushrooms (bigger than both of my fists put together) from one of the village-stores we delivered wine to and were feeling inspired…We found nothing, however trodding through smurf-forests quietly searching for secret champignon hide-outs– uh… COOOOOOOL! This is the ski resort … it costs 9 euro/day? … rad. Check out the piste… you know the green grass with all the … sheep??? When we returned home and had an incredible three-hour meal that included our freshly purchased mushrooms and then we headed to a festival in the small village about 5 kilometers from Blancardy… It was incredible. Bonne journee!