After driving to Stansted Airport we got into a crowded plane laden with screaming toddlers and lax parents. Then we arrived in Perpignan, France and met up with my cousin who had flown in from Ohio a few hours before. After collecting the cousin and the baggage and after a rather flustered search for our rental car and then a close call with running head-on into another car we arrived at the Perpignan train station and waited just a bit before the boyfriend's TGV train arrived. Once we were all in we drove the forty or less minutes to the house we were staying in along with our former neighbors. The drive to the house did not disappoint. Perpignan is not a big city but we quickly found ourselves completely outside of it and surrounded by country and tall mountain hills.
Our neighbors had flown into a different city and then drove to the house earlier in the day and so were there when we arrived. Our male neighbor made us a salad and wine soaked chorizo and pasta.
My father, while we were waiting for the boyfriend's train, went to a Patisserie and got this lovely looking tart...raspberries and strawberries with yummy custard underneath.
Our neighbors had flown into a different city and then drove to the house earlier in the day and so were there when we arrived. Our male neighbor made us a salad and wine soaked chorizo and pasta.
My father, while we were waiting for the boyfriend's train, went to a Patisserie and got this lovely looking tart...raspberries and strawberries with yummy custard underneath.
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