Leaving Carlipa 6 February 2009

It's time to leave. We’ve found another place to rent in Cavaillon, Provence and we’re heading off. We’ve done everything we want to do in Carlipa. It is a bit sad, though, leaving Carlipa. Village life has a funny way of sneaking up on you until you really love it and don’t want to leave. We’ve been here 5 months. It’s gone fast. We’ve met some nice people and had a good time here. The house has grown on me and I’ve got used to all its little things which I didn’t like to start with. There are things which I really love about the house now that I’ll miss.

Packing up and cleaning the house took a couple of days. Andrew washed windows and floors and I washed the curtains in the living room and wondered how we were going to fit everything in the car. Andrew somehow managed to stuff all our gear in our small Renault. The boot was packed to the very top. We had to put a suitcase in between the kids in the back seat with a seat belt around it and the kids had their Spiderman and Tinkerbell bags on the floor at their feet. Very squashy. Andrew also had to strap a suitcase and another bag to the roof of the car so we were feeling very much like the Klampetts travelling ‘round the countryside. We were full up!