Today the kids arrived; a handful of growing smart spunky kids. When one of them called me “Aunt Kate’, I did a double take. I am truly Great Aunt Kate. And this is the first time I have seen these young ones really, the first time they have come to France. This afternoon, as I showed them around the “Gascon Ranch” for the first time they:

• cradled a still warm egg in small hands
• tasted a blackberry, a fig, and a cherry tomato out of the garden.
• ate our own bee’s honey on crepes made with those golden eggs
• learned how to play chinese checkers
• learned that Bacon came from a pig farm, that there are pig farms.
• climbed the pigeonniers 2 flights of stairs– at least 3 dozen times.
• looked for frogs at the frog pond

All that was in the first 4 hours they were in France, in Gascony, at Camont. Not bad for a first afternoon. They took international flights  and jet lag in stride and just opened their eyes to discover the world around them. This Gascon world.

Tomorrow we’ll go to the market and they will shop for our dinner, have a picnic by the river and learn to cook their own dinner.Can you imagine what they will have experienced in one week? Not a bad beginning for a bunch of new gastronomes, age 4, 6, 8 and 15.

Bienvenue  a Camp Camont!