Loire Valley Day Four

Tourist Z was calling me and Austin an inspiration.

Austin: They think we're an inspiration. That young couple that owned the vineyard and had all that money, that's what I think of as inspirational.

Pictorial proof: It says, "Thank you for all the laughs and inspiration."

In a poppy field:

Me: Did we drive out here just for the poppies?

Guide: Was that Rachel?

Guide: Laraine (my mother), I'm going to have you help us out.

Mom: Maybe.

Guide: I want you to be in the center.

Mom: Oh, then it's okay.

Austin, in the stable: I'm gonna take a picture of Laraine's first car.

At Max Vauchee, chocolatier.

Tourist Y: Are you in heaven?

Me: We haven't gone in yet.

Later, Me: Now I'm in heaven.

Austin: I'm not claiming anything with customs. I don't have anything of value.

Me: We already know that.

Guide, taking a picture: Point at the wall.

Mom: Watch which finger.

Wild boar are out of season right now, but . . . 

Austin: I want to come back in the fall. I want to hunt boar.

Me: You're already married to one.

One of the things we discussed at dinner was the random porn available at night on French TV. Mom said she found some after ten the previous night. 

We got from the day's tour. First thing I did was head to the tub for a nice relaxing bath. I was shaving my legs and I heard the French TV switch on. Sure enough, it's after 10:00.

Me: Thank you for being an excellent lover.

Austin: You're welcome. Just don't tell anyone.

Me: I didn't. I only hinted.

Austin: I told you before. I don't like it when you tell people about our sex life. Now, if you want to tell people that I have an incredibly huge schlong, that's fine.

Me: I'm not going to lie.

Austin bought a couple of bottles of wine and worried about getting them back to the U.S. He spent several hours packaging them.

Austin: I feel like my wine is solid.

Me: Most people prefer liquid.