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Vendanges en France - septembre English translation pending
Bonjour,
Je ferai un voyage de 3 mois cet automne. Départ prévu 30 août, retour au début décembre.
J'aimerais possiblement débuter mon voyage en faisant les vendanges quelque part en France. J'aimerais obtenir toute information pertinente afin de m'aider dans ce projet. Par exemple, est-ce mieux de trouver un vignoble avant d'arriver? Où chercher? Y a-t-il une bonne demande?
Si je prévois faire les vendanges au début septembre, quelles régions sont recommandées?
Vous avez déjà fait les vendanges : des commentaires, impressions, suggestions?
Merci à l'avance!!!! 🙂
Je ferai un voyage de 3 mois cet automne. Départ prévu 30 août, retour au début décembre.
J'aimerais possiblement débuter mon voyage en faisant les vendanges quelque part en France. J'aimerais obtenir toute information pertinente afin de m'aider dans ce projet. Par exemple, est-ce mieux de trouver un vignoble avant d'arriver? Où chercher? Y a-t-il une bonne demande?
Si je prévois faire les vendanges au début septembre, quelles régions sont recommandées?
Vous avez déjà fait les vendanges : des commentaires, impressions, suggestions?
Merci à l'avance!!!! 🙂
Superclub Breezes à Puerto Plata English translation pending
Bonjour
Nous partons le 17 février pour RD à l'hôtel Superclub Breezes à Puerto Plata, est-ce que quelqu'un a des renseignements à nous donner concernant cet hôtel c'est l'ancien LTI del sol? La plage, les chambres, la bouffe etc. Les chaises en ont-ils assez ou s'il faut se battre car le groupe est de 10 personnes et c'est plus agréable d'être ensemble. Les excursions sont-elles dispendieuses? Un autre renseignement...qui peut me dir si il existe un service de limousine ou transport de la rive-sud à Mirabel pas trop dipendieux. J'ai fait des recherches et la plupart se situe aux environs de 500.00$ et plus pour aller-retour. Merci à l'avance de votre aide. Merci pour ce site c'est bien fait Louise
Nous partons le 17 février pour RD à l'hôtel Superclub Breezes à Puerto Plata, est-ce que quelqu'un a des renseignements à nous donner concernant cet hôtel c'est l'ancien LTI del sol? La plage, les chambres, la bouffe etc. Les chaises en ont-ils assez ou s'il faut se battre car le groupe est de 10 personnes et c'est plus agréable d'être ensemble. Les excursions sont-elles dispendieuses? Un autre renseignement...qui peut me dir si il existe un service de limousine ou transport de la rive-sud à Mirabel pas trop dipendieux. J'ai fait des recherches et la plupart se situe aux environs de 500.00$ et plus pour aller-retour. Merci à l'avance de votre aide. Merci pour ce site c'est bien fait Louise
Page by Page on the Assisi Way – 1,200 km on Foot
Preamble
June 2024. While hiking with my brother on the GR 36 Tour du Morvan, I catch sight now and then of strange rectangular markers fixed to tree trunks. Against a bright orange background, a deep black Greek tau topped with a white dove. My first encounter with the Assisi Way. The Way of St. Francis: a pilgrimage route linking Vézelay in Burgundy to Assisi in Italy, covering nearly 1,800 km. It felt like an obvious next step—I immediately knew I’d take it on, attempt the adventure solo.
In the months that followed, I talked about my project to everyone—family, friends, my partner. An avalanche of comments, more or less the same but varying depending on each person’s character and life experiences. But deep down, it all boiled down to one legitimate question: why?
And the answers? Hesitant, awkward, partial, even confused. I quickly realized they weren’t so easy to find. It was as if my project seemed more like a whim, a kind of intimate caprice, rather than a well-thought-out plan. Of course, I knew the reasons that pushed me to leave—you always have to give some. Loved ones need to understand to feel reassured, and that’s understandable. But I fear that when I list them, they’ll sound like the same old checklist anyone embarking on this kind of journey might give. Of all the reasons I could mention, I’ll highlight just one here: the call of the road, the solo adventure that brings a powerful sense of freedom. A bit like Monsieur Seguin’s goat, who from her comfortable pen gazes longingly at the unconstrained horizon of the mountain. But if I’m being honest, I think I didn’t really know what I was looking for—or, more importantly, what I’d find. Deep down, when I reflect on it, one word keeps coming up that explains nothing and everything at once: desire.
Now well past sixty, I know that when I ask myself who I am or where I’m going, two things bring me fully back to myself: hiking and writing. And my intention was also to anchor this adventure through words, day by day. Writing down my feelings, emotions, discoveries, and reflections each evening. The famous travel journal that grounds the daily experience in reality. When I discovered the app "Polarstep," which was initially just meant to keep my loved ones updated and reassured, inform them of my progress, and maintain a connection, I found an opportunity to do it a little differently than usual. No retrospective notes polished up after returning, but spontaneous writing—recounting everything that crossed my mind during the day and publishing it immediately. A journey lived in real time.
This text is the exact transcription of my daily writings. Rereading them, I didn’t change a thing—just corrected a few mistakes and tweaked some awkward phrasing here and there. Short texts, fitting the format imposed by this kind of app. Writing as if addressing others.
Now, all that was left was to walk. April 18, 2026 – Vézelay.
June 2024. While hiking with my brother on the GR 36 Tour du Morvan, I catch sight now and then of strange rectangular markers fixed to tree trunks. Against a bright orange background, a deep black Greek tau topped with a white dove. My first encounter with the Assisi Way. The Way of St. Francis: a pilgrimage route linking Vézelay in Burgundy to Assisi in Italy, covering nearly 1,800 km. It felt like an obvious next step—I immediately knew I’d take it on, attempt the adventure solo.
In the months that followed, I talked about my project to everyone—family, friends, my partner. An avalanche of comments, more or less the same but varying depending on each person’s character and life experiences. But deep down, it all boiled down to one legitimate question: why?
And the answers? Hesitant, awkward, partial, even confused. I quickly realized they weren’t so easy to find. It was as if my project seemed more like a whim, a kind of intimate caprice, rather than a well-thought-out plan. Of course, I knew the reasons that pushed me to leave—you always have to give some. Loved ones need to understand to feel reassured, and that’s understandable. But I fear that when I list them, they’ll sound like the same old checklist anyone embarking on this kind of journey might give. Of all the reasons I could mention, I’ll highlight just one here: the call of the road, the solo adventure that brings a powerful sense of freedom. A bit like Monsieur Seguin’s goat, who from her comfortable pen gazes longingly at the unconstrained horizon of the mountain. But if I’m being honest, I think I didn’t really know what I was looking for—or, more importantly, what I’d find. Deep down, when I reflect on it, one word keeps coming up that explains nothing and everything at once: desire.
Now well past sixty, I know that when I ask myself who I am or where I’m going, two things bring me fully back to myself: hiking and writing. And my intention was also to anchor this adventure through words, day by day. Writing down my feelings, emotions, discoveries, and reflections each evening. The famous travel journal that grounds the daily experience in reality. When I discovered the app "Polarstep," which was initially just meant to keep my loved ones updated and reassured, inform them of my progress, and maintain a connection, I found an opportunity to do it a little differently than usual. No retrospective notes polished up after returning, but spontaneous writing—recounting everything that crossed my mind during the day and publishing it immediately. A journey lived in real time.
This text is the exact transcription of my daily writings. Rereading them, I didn’t change a thing—just corrected a few mistakes and tweaked some awkward phrasing here and there. Short texts, fitting the format imposed by this kind of app. Writing as if addressing others.
Now, all that was left was to walk. April 18, 2026 – Vézelay.