During dinner last night a bat fell out of the sky on the gravel next to the house and we got to examine him up close. The literal translation for bat in french is “bald mouse”. This guy wasn’t too happy to be on the ground and out of the sky, and Sylvie gently transported him to a safer location with a washcloth.
Today Louise worked during the morning at the library and I spent another lazy morning walking around the nearby farms, reading, and meditating. It’s been liberating to fully disconnect from all telephones and internet but I am ready to get back to some action.
It was brutally hot today and we ate our meals inside. Our second animal experience of the day was a songbird that got hit by a car. Therese was enchanted by the bird and paraded it around the house for the rest of us to see. Luckily the bird was still headed and intact.
Therese gave the bird a proper burial and Louise and I biked back to the Dordogne to swim. A focused black mut joined us in the water and was happy to have a couple partners to swim out to the middle of the river. We spent a couple hours skipping rocks and throwing pebbles for the dog to chase before biking back home for dinner.
During dinner, we heard a soft roar from outside. I had no idea what was going on or why the family exited the dining room, but once outside Louise explained that the sound was that of a hot air balloon. After a couple minutes of waiting we saw the colorful balloon dip behind the treeline. Hilariously, Louise let me know that hot air balloon in french is literally translated as a “stupid & proud.”
I’ve got a train tomorrow at 7 am that arrives in Bordeaux at ten. I plan on spending the day wandering around the city before hopping on my flight to Porto at 4 to spend the next five days with the Malloys and their families. The shenanigans on some Montreal homies will be a welcome change up after two weeks of complete tranquility.
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