Monday, August 6th, 2012
We got up and grabbed pain au chocolat from a bakery and then went to a Starbucks we had passed the day before so I could get my caffeine fix. We checked out of our hotel, wheeled our bags to the parking garage, paid and exited. Mark would have swung by and got us but he was afraid he wouldn’t know where he was upon exiting and he was right! Fortunately we only drove a bit before Wallace picked up the satellite and got us on track for Moussac sur Vienne. Way back I had worked in Partner Marketing for a software company and I was in charge of international sales, which mostly involved talking to this guy Marcus from the UK. We kept in touch, and he had subsequently moved from the UK to France so we made plans to stay with his family for a few days. The trip was uneventful. We pulled off the freeway when Wallace told us to and then it was left on this road and right on this road and it all seemed very random but we got there. Running low on gas, though, and when we found a gas station with an attendant it didn’t have diesel (found out later that gazole IS diesel, should have looked up the word sooner). But we made it to Marcus’ house and he assured us that the route we took probably was the most direct. His village has maybe 40 houses, some of which are holiday homes, so it’s very quiet. We got settled into our rooms, we are so spoiled, they have two guest rooms, and talked through dinner and into the night. Charlotte played well with their son Matthew and Genevieve was entertained enough with the kittens that were running around.