the things crazy people do. i got up at six o clock on saturday to go and climb a mountain. it was still dark. i could not even see my hands in front of my eyes. these things happen when you hang out with the crazy dutch. no wonder we struggle to keep it sane down south. so we were well prepared against the cold and the blistering mistral that blew down the central french country side. with bravery to boot we took the hill. took us no more than an hour to reach the top and to see the sun break upon a new day. a perfect day it was too in the south of france. we got the burner going and soon there was coffee to go with the baguette we carried. accopanied by cheese. ham. salami. and some dried fruit. the view was simply spectacular. sea on the left. mountains from the massif central on the right. we sat there. jean paul and i. we contemplated the situation and enjoyed the beauty of pic st loup. when you translate the name it simply means. mountain of the wolf saint...the exact reason i dont know why.
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