Chapter 62: Stormy Emotions

ELLIE

When we finished the tour of the castle, we went to a nearby village. Each French village seemed to have a more peculiar name than the other, names that I could hardly pronounce. Basically, all I knew was that we were doing the Burgundy wine route.

There were gentle hills along the way, and the vineyards stretched in rows between each village. The villages always seemed to follow the same typical French architecture, beautiful limestone houses with tiled roofs, with vineyards all around.

Old wine shops could be found in almost every village, some dating back two or three centuries, as well as hotels and churches with Gothic architecture.

Sometimes I felt like I was in one of those old French movies when I stopped to observe the landscapes. The place made me feel too American. It must be normal for a California girl.

Automatically, it made me miss my parents. Maybe I could still visit them when I returned to New York before having to go back to work.

We made a stop to have lunch