Vineyards and the Taste of Gratitude
Daily miles 29.19 | Total miles: 16,118.2
My alarm rang after another relatively short night. I had a cold coffee, packed my things, and at 7:00 a.m. left the hotel.
I first had to find my way back to the bicycle path, which led me straight up a hill and back into the green world of seemingly endless vineyards. Hundreds upon hundreds of perfectly aligned vines stretched across the landscape. Today, people were already working in the fields, and as I passed, I waved to a few of them. It is hard work, and seeing it up close makes me appreciate even more what goes into producing a bottle of wine.
The path took me through many small villages. I always enjoy running through these places. There is something timeless about them—stone houses, flower boxes, quiet streets, and a slower rhythm of life.
Around mile five, I stopped at a boulangerie and bought a croissant for later. There are very few stores in some of these villages, so I was happy to have a little food with me for the road.
The route climbed several hills throughout the morning, but of course every climb was rewarded with beautiful views over the vineyards and countryside. Around mile eight, I sat down, enjoyed my croissant, and simply appreciated the moment before moving on.
Cyclists passed me all day long. At one point I met Pascal, who apparently had already seen me three times during the last few days. This time he stopped and asked for a picture.
Seeing the vineyards and all the work that goes into maintaining them has certainly increased my appreciation for wine production. The prices of some wines, however, still seem a little difficult for me to understand. But that's another story.
About thirteen miles before Dijon, I finally spotted the first café of the day. By then I was desperate for some caffeine. Just as I arrived, it started to drizzle and rain lightly. Perfect timing.
I bought some water, a small bread with fromage, and treated myself to two coffees. Best of all, though, was the conversation with Sandrine and Anaïs. They spoke no English. I speak no French. Yet somehow we managed to have a lovely conversation.
Who cares about language? Connection seems to find its own way.
Both women work in the vineyards, and listening to them gave me even more appreciation for the effort required to care for the fields surrounding me.
Afterward, I continued toward the Canal de Bourgogne and passed the Île aux Canards. From there, it was only about two more miles until I reached the small room I had rented for the night.
Dry, sheltered, and ready for tomorrow.
Looking back, I think I was probably somewhat dehydrated yesterday and perhaps low on electrolytes as well. Whatever the reason, today I drank an enormous amount of water. I felt extremely thirsty throughout the day, but my head felt much clearer than yesterday.
Tonight, I had access to a stovetop, which felt like a luxury. I cooked penne with arrabbiata sauce and Parmesan cheese. I haven't had pasta in quite a while, and I loved every bite of it. For dessert, I had a raspberry yogurt and a coffee.
Life is good.
Only a few more days, my friends.
I want to say thank you once again. I very much appreciate your support, your encouragement, your comments, and your kindness throughout this journey.
Merci. Andrea