these days run away like horses over the hills

So it is nearly time for me to embark on a new adventure. In this chapter, I will be flying away to France, living, working, and strummin' along in a town called Albi. As I am sure that none of you have the slightest idea about where that is, here is a helpful thing. A map, that is.

There it is, the rough location of Albi. It's about an hour from Toulouse, if that means anything to you.

Also it looks like this.

I'm not making this up. It looks like that for real. Sometimes I'm kind of embarrassed to talk about what I'm about to go do because it's really too good to be possible. And yet.

You are probably wondering about the title of this blog. La cueillette means "the harvest." I don't have any extremely profound reasons for using that as a title for this...probably because I'm leaving in autumn, which is harvest time here in the U.S. And also, symbolically, I hope to grow a lot during this time, both in my language skills and on a personal level. I've always liked the metaphor of sewing seeds and watching them grow. I'm into plants, what can I say.

For now I am thoroughly enjoying my time left here in Greensboro. My horrid waitressing job aside, everything is great. I spend most of my time playing music with the best people. What could be better?
We are playing an album show at the Blind Tiger on September 17th. Please come! It is going to be sweet! My dear friend Daniel is our lead man, these are his wonderful songs. Give a listen, pleez.

daniellevigoans.bandcamp.com