Our day in Vion

As we knew we'd only have a day in Vion, we decided to make the most of it by firstly sleeping in until the early afternoon (which I can't help but feel was a good use of our time)and after eating Cea and I decided to go for a walk. Vion is a village so there isn't that much to do otherwise but the scenery it has to be said was spectacular!



What is more, a fighter jet passed over, which was definitely an added bonus! My Dad used to work in a factory, building aircraft so it would be fair to say that I have been fairly well educated on all things to do with aviation and aircraft! Was loud when it passed overhead but spectacular nonetheless especially as it seemed to come out of nowhere! After that we returned back to Chez Garcia momentarily before heading back out to go and see Cea's grandparents who live across the road- I had met them once before but when I was 15, so I was quite flattered that they seemed to remember me when Cea re-introduced me. Having said that when I was 15 my spoken French was nowhere near the level I am now given that I hadn't even done my GCSEs then! They seemed suitably impressed though, so much to the point that they asked if it was due to the fact that I had a French boyfriend, to which I replied that it wasn't but due to hard work and living with French people in Pau. Cea's grandad drove out to get us some donuts from the bakery in the next town along from Vion as the bakery in Vion itself was shut, even though we said that there was no need and the rest of us stayed and chatted- I must say I still find it a little strange speaking French to Cea but I suppose it is just because I am so used to speaking English to her and we did meet in England. Come half past six, Jackie drove us back to the train station in Tain l'Hermitage-Tournon and our return journey to Grenoble began. This time our journey consisted of a train and then a coach from Valence (just as Jackie and Alanna had done the previous day). We arrived back in Grenoble tired and cold as the temperatures in the Rhone-Alpes seem to be slightly cooler than those in Pyrénées-Atlantiques. Once we arrived back we ate Ravioles (which Cea told me are a regional dish, very nice they are too!) and then after chilling for a little while decided to go to bed. For me getting to sleep was difficult though as their cat, Figaro (who I believe usually sleeps in the living room) kept scratching at the door which was quite irritating and at one point actually managed to push the door open and sneak in, so after about half an hour of disturbance all was well...peace at last :)

Cea's family's dogs:

Sparky



and Loulout