As I was driving through Provence in search of great villas to represent for the Travel Club, I passed by an empty farm stand, and I thought of my grandmother who lives in a small town outside Aiken, South Carolina (which itself is a small town). My grandmother loves to drive through the county from whence she hails and buy peaches and pecans. This is her form of “recreational shopping”.
I turned to my co-pilot and suggested that we find some locally grown lettuces or parsnips to offer our villa hosts. I think I made the declaration that driving leisurely through the country in search of fresh produce should be the new form or "recreational shopping", and that I intended to write about it on the Blog.
We continued on through the vineyards and fields somehow winding our way down to the beach. It was after one o’clock, and I thought we shouldn't “hunt” lettuces on empty stomachs so we ended up at Le Club Key West. The intention of "Recreational shopping" turned into the reality of "Recreational Drinking"...
Two bottles of wine and three hours later, I panicked. All the farm stands must be closed by now!
We ended up "hunting" for a parking spot at the Geant Marche, the French equivalent of a Wal-mart/King Kullen hybrid. We walked to the back of the store under fluorescent lights passing tabloids and frozen foods to pick out four bottles of wine. As we waited in line for the clerk to scan our merchandise, I thought. "So much for finding a farm stand out in the sunny countryside…"
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