As we loaded our belongings into the 9-passenger van, Bernard informed us that we must begin to prepare for our jam session before settling in at Le Moulin Bregeon.
Here is a perfect example of my two worlds clashing together...my initial reaction to hearing "jam session" is a 45-minute blistering set of Buddy Guy, Jeff Beck, Clapton, and Jimmy Page riffing off each other until their finger tips started to bleed...this was a different type of situation all together, yet equally as fulfilling.
Bernard drove us to a myrtille (blueberry) farm in the town of Vivy. We were tasked to pick a basket full of fresh blueberries that we would later reduce and reduce again down to an insanely tasty fresh jam.
Less than 20 minutes into the trip and I was already as happy as a pig in shit...for those that don't know, pigs love shit.
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