I recently visited my mother in France. In the Languedoc area to be exact. Little did I know...google was going to ask me some security questions. I found out it's for security protection. I guess they can tell when you are using a foreign computer. I didn't pack my security answers. I was locked out! I visited my blogger friends but I wasn't able to leave you all a comment. I enjoyed seeing your blogs from another country. It even felt a little different. I swear it wasn't the wine or goat cheese.
It was a long trip back. But when I think of our ancestors and how it took them three or so months to get to the new world. I shut myself up and looked at the monitor in front of me. I watched the 'Iron Lady' on the flight home.
I felt melancholy when I left France. Even if it rained most days...I still wanted to stay longer. When I travel, I'm nudged out of comfortable sleepwalking of everyday life and presented with the opportunity to peek behind the image of our world. I do this because subconsciously it inspires me for awhile. And sometimes depending how honest and willing I am with myself...I will learn something new.
Southern France has an energy that feeds my soul. And feeds my stomach. Let me be honest. The food feeds my heart. As I always say on my return....I haven't come to some grand conclusion about it, but on a personal level it always feels like I need to claim both places.
I took some photos of a typical village in Olargues, France.
I noticed the occitan and european flag were larger than the french flags.The mairie is like the town city hall.