Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Chalet Shenanigans - Chapter 13
The week before Easter was bright and sunny in the mountains. Perfect for some last minute spring skiing and going to the garden center to fix, once and for all, my window box issues. You will remember that I had 80 geraniums wrapped in burlap hanging upside down all winter just chillin’ in the garage and that my not-too-sturdy planter boxes were, literally, tied with string to my balcony railings.
As those of you who follow this blog on Facebook know, all of the geraniums in the garage were goners. They were SO dead, they were growing some kind of powdery, grey, lethal-looking fungus. They were quite scary and they went immediately to the dump before they killed somebody.
Please note that this was Clue Number One that went sailing right over my head.
Clue Number Two: my little geranium spriglets had no price tags on them and it took forever for the clerk to even know what to charge me.
By Wednesday, all my little plants were snug in their new beds and soaking up that glorious sun. By Easter Sunday, they were dead. Yes, it snowed a few inches overnight and, even though they were only two inches high to begin with, they now had that rubbery, droopy, frozen look about them. Go figure.
Me: Dude, get the map.
Me: We are going to Missouri.
Me: Because I am sick of looking at this snow and if I leave, maybe the Geranium Fairy will come and bring my spriglets back to life.
Before we left, I googled “The Most Beautiful Village in France” and “Auvergne”. Eleven! Auvergne had 11 beautiful villages! It was beyond my wildest dreams. I was hoping for one and I got eleven. Who knew? I jotted down the eleven names for Mr. Big to plug into his GPS and off we went.
Oh, crap. I had forgotten about the Mr. Big Will Only Remain Calm If He Has Internet Rule. Yikes.
Could you see the hotelier’s face in America if you said, “well, I’d like to see ALL your available rooms before I agree to stay here”. He would kick you out in a New York minute and send you on your merry way to the Comfort Inn down the street.
We only made it to 5 of the 11 villages. The best ones were Usson, Blesle and Montpeyroux. We found multiple, random chateaux (castles) along the way, just sitting out in the middle of nowhere waiting for a spare princess to come live in them. The whole area was just amazing.
That would never happen in America. Okay, well, maybe in Missouri, but not in the rest of the country.
Can you imagine?
Hey, Missouri, you got anything like that?