Since our return from Spain things have been pretty quiet for us and we haven’t done a whole lot, with a few exceptions.
First, and quite important – we went to a clinic so Colin could get his ‘vaccine passport’ and I could arrange for my second shot. They weren’t sure what to do with me – they don’t vaccinate ‘tourists’ but we managed to convey that I wasn’t really just a tourist, and they really wanted to help me so they gave in.
The very nice lady doctor (that spoke pretty good english) told me that since my first shot was about four months ago it was too old and I’d have to get two more from them. Disappointing as it would mean delaying our return to Italy, but I made an appointment for the first one two days from then.
When we arrived for my appointment the first thing the same doctor said was ‘why don’t we do an antibody test just in case – if you have antibodies then we may only have to give you one shot’. They took a bit of blood from a finger prick, then gave me a shot. While I waited my 15 minutes the test result came in and I did have enough antibodies – they presented me with a vaccine certificate!! They still didn’t know what to do about billing me so just let me go.
The first thing we did when we got back to Mansle was go to the bar, but Edith had to break the news to me that I had to wait a week before I was ‘legal’ – oh well, back home we went.
The second, and very enjoyable thing was that we had Tony and Joyce over for dinner. It was a lovely evening so we sat outside for the appetizers before coming inside for the main meal. There was good wine, and excellent conversation, and the food seemed to go over well – an extremely nice evening.
We had lunch one day near Luxe at the ‘lake’ – they’d stocked it with 300 kilos of live trout and there were dozens of fishermen and women sitting in the rain along the shore.
One old fellow caught two good sized ones while we ate.
We had several nice bike rides, with the last one being over 40 km – we stopped in Aigre for lunch then managed to make it home before the rain hit.
Colin took the campervan to the place he bought it from in Ruffec to get all of the small things sorted out – we’re going to Italy in the car so won’t be needing the campervan again for a while.
I’ve learned to make a proper pie crust and have made a couple of very tasty quiches – next up steak and mushroom pie.
There’s been a couple of very important races that we watched on tv this year rather than being there. First the world championships in Belgium, which would have been awesome to see live – a thrilling race won for the second year in a row by Julian Alaphilippe.
The second one two days ago was Paris-Roubaix, which normally takes place in April, and is the first time it’s been held since we saw it live in 2019. This year it was rain and mud all the way, and was won with a thrilling sprint to the finish by three riders – the winner by a few inches was Italian Sonny Colbrelli.
Having missed both of those races we’re really looking forward to going to the last big one of the year – il Lombardia – on our way back to Papiano.