Its 1200 km from Southern Spain to the South of France !

Just last week, on the 4th of June to be precise, we started a journey in our beautiful BMW that transported us over 4000 kilometres. Where you ask ? Well, from our home is Andalucía, we toured right up through Spain, stopping in Catalonia for a night, then into France where we stayed in Montpellier, Valance, Albi, Agen and lastly Rouen. Then taking the channel tunnel and arriving in Liverpool Wednesday the 14 th of June….

The reason for our trip – We are moving from Spain to France.

Let me explain a little better :

As you may already know from reading my past posts, we live in Spain. Or we did up until the 4th of June. But its just too hot down there for us now. So, we took some time out over the past days to find our perfect climate.

And, France being the epicentre of Gastronomy, the birth place of Bathing, and home to articulately award winning gardeners … Well, its just Heaven !

Want to know all about our travels – Read on …

A Fond farewell to Andalucía …

I have lived, and loved near the shores of Andalucía for longer than I care to count. I love her colour igniting light, her blue skied winter days, her flavour assaulting food, her people, her music, her dance, her horse culture. The whole very “out-doorsey-ness” of the life style. But her sizzling summer heat, that I once relished, is just too much now … So after a month of articulate planning, and painstaking packing, we left our Andalucía very early one Sunday morning.

We drove out through her all too familiar roads, before the sun seized the summer temperatures. Up into her cooler mountainous sierras, over peaks reaching to the sky, catching glimpses of the very last of the snow. So beautiful, and such a contrast to her sun kissed beaches …

We were steering the eastern coast of Spain. The Barcelona route, rather than the more driven Madrid direction. Passing the cave dwellings of Guadix, the famous Californian film star deserts, and inevitable soft pastel patchwork plains. Andalucía really does have the colour, diversity and vigour of a Cirque Soleil extravaganza …

We did stop somewhere along this leg for coffee. Which I accompanied with tortilla and salmorejo … My darling man chose the very Andalusian breakfast dish of fried garlic and eggs …. All of which I will miss terribly …

On we sped however, ever further from the dry heat of that southern summer sun. Eventually, crossing the Andalucían border. And there, with a lump in my throat, and a song in my heart I bid my farewells to this enchanting land … on to new, stimulating adventures …

Up Through Spain

We continued into Murica and then, on up past Valencia. Which is where a storm cloud reached out over us. It had come down from France, as if sent to cool our passage. Would you believe that the temperature then dropped to such a respectable degree that we turned of the AC ! It even rained. The clouds low and majestically powerful in their storm blues … this hastened us on all the more …

Onwards and upwards we fled, wheels barely touching the ground. To arrive in a blustery, cool Catalunya around 6 pm. Our first stop. There is not much to say here, we had landed in the rice growing region of Catalunya. The most memorable part was jogging in the morning along the canals that served to water the paddy fields …

And so after a morning bath, we packed up the car again, and pushed on. By this time I was so very excited I started a WhatsApp group so our dearest could experience the exhilaration that I could hardly contain, as we crossed the border into France … Which my friends is where the next post shall begin …

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