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I now know the meaning of windblown.

Yesterday the winds in Le Petit Village were whipped into a frenzy. A frenzy being one of winds so hard and forceful that you walked at a slant and had to shout to be heard. And if you want to know who I was shouting at it was Fifty, telling him to hurry up and get on with it so we could get back inside.
I don’t know if I met the famous Mistral or not but the harsh winds that blew through here yesterday turned the village into an old ghost town. The shutters on all the houses were closed and in the five (super duper quick) walks I took with Fifty, I never saw one single villager. Not one.
At one point a group of about twenty hikers walked by my window but they don’t count. They were tourists, faces red and weather beaten, and obviously not smart enough to know that you shouldn’t hike through mountain villages when it’s so windy your face is getting pelted with bits of ice and gravel and at any moment you expect a tree branch to break off and impale you. And those little metal walking spikes you’re carrying aren’t going to save you.
So there you have it.
The only people stupid enough to be outside were me and the tourists.
At least I can blame Fifty.
On a completely unrelated note, I made chicken fajitas for dinner last night and they were Texas good. Just wanted to toot toot my own horn.

8 responses to “Windblown”

  1. New Puppies make you do dumb seeming things. When mine was young, I invested with Bernie Madoff.I loves me some fajitas. We do a 12 hr marinade in my house.


  2. Sounds like Mistral, man that is a wind unlike any I have ever seen….course I was born and raised in Southern California so what do I know?!


  3. The Mistral winds sound so eerie….to imagine all the shutters closed tight…and those tourists…poor, poor tourists just trying to do their thing regardless of the weather.


  4. I love your blog! I can't wait to read all about your life in france!!!I'm guessing fifty is one cute pup to be going out in dangerous wind conditions!!! LOLI love fajitas… especially Texas good!


  5. uuggghhh… that's one of the things i miss the very MOST about texas. the food.


  6. Hmmm. this is exactly what happens in my bitterly cold village in winter. except for the fact that it is a ghost town from dec. to the end of feb. No one is out and about. I swear, I get cabin fever on the outside too. God, what was my husband thinking in coming here??


  7. The weather is completely different here than in you neck of the woods, or as they say “across the pond.”The deck has a layer of ice, frost, whatever. Dad call me accidently to give me a weather report (seems Dad does not know how to work his cell phone). I will have to school him next time I see him. He may have “accidently” called me under the guise of checking on me. I love him so. Anyway, hope all is well. I am slowly trying to get back to my normal. Going out with friends. Old friends – they are the best.


  8. Ooh I remember winds like that back when I lived in South Africa… and they definitely are harsh.and those poor tourists… oh well. I guess they now know not to hike through extremely windy weather.Fifty sounds very cute, but silly too!


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