I’m not sure if this is sustainable but I’ll give it go, I thought I might document my time in the French Alps this year. Don’t expect a fancy literary piece, I’ll be saying as I say it without too much editing.
If you’re good with that read on…..
Just a bit of background/context before I get started. I’ve been coming to the French Alps every year bar one since 2013. It all started with a change in life circumstances (that would be a marriage breakdown) that resulted in me being a free agent, free to more or less do what I want when I want.
I’ll write the complete back story another time but for now all you need to know is that I decided to transition my business to be able to operate working from anywhere so I could hang out in the French Alps. I did that successfully and tested the theory (also successfully) in 2013 by moving to Allemont, a small village in the French Alps, for a month in 2013. I followed this up doing the same for 2 months in 2014 and then 3 months in 2015. The rest as they say is history.
This year it’s a little different, instead of going back to my little village, I’m staying in Grenoble for the first month. More on that later.
Day 1 in my new location started off with the normal very early wake up, 2.30am wide awake. This is normal for the first few days until my body clock adjusts. Stayed in bed as long as I could and finished a really good book (thanks Brooke). Dragged myself out of bed and enjoyed a breakfast of previously prepared bircher muesli, I followed this with a few hours of work, easy to do as morning is my favourite and most productive time.
Late morning saw the arrival of my french friend Lionel (the apartment I’m staying in is at his parents place). Lionel kindly took me out on a bit of guided local area walk around so I can get my bearings and find out what is around. Then it was time for lunch.
Lunch was a typical french experience cooked up by Lionel’s mother (did I mention that neither of his parents speak english). Home grown radishes, fresh bread, oven baked salmon and some special spinach type dish, followed by a cheese platter (the French have the BEST cheeses), then a rhubarb pie’ all in all an amazing lunch and French experience to kick things off.
Lionel and I decided that it would be best to organise a tram pass for me for my time in Grenoble, so off we went in search of a monthly tram pass. This saw us end up in the main station in town where for 56 euros I had me a 1 month transport pass, complete with photo ID card.
After a short (very) lie down I decided I needed to get out on the bike, needed to work off lunch and tick a climb off. Lionel had pointed out where I needed to go to find the start of the the climb to the Vercors, looked like it wouldn’t be too much of a problem. Of course those that know me know that my sense of direction is not the best, actually really really poor.
Anyway I set off about 5pm, and yes you wouldn’t believe it, I took a wrong turn somewhere along the way. No problem Google Maps, ask a couple of locals (did I mention how poor my French is). Anyway long story short I sorta got to where I wanted to be, the long way and not really quite where I had planned but I still ticked off a climb. A bit different to what I’m used to, the views are of the city rather than just the raw and rugged mountains, but great views all the same.
Headed back home and had similar challenges with navigation but got home, albeit a little later than planned. Just after 8pm, lucky it doesn’t get dark til very late in this part of the world.
A shower, beer, cheese and bread followed by salmon cutlet and salad for dinner (cooked by moi). It was a big day that started at 2.30am but the ride and feeling of being back in the place where I am so comfortable had me feeling energised.
That’s it, day 1 done and dusted, looking forward to tomorrow.
Please note : no edits, too busy enjoying and living the WFA lifestyle.