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144                     AN EXILE OF THE MIND                                                                      CHEAP WINE AND PAELLA                         145


                                               bathed on terraces, disguised by
                                               large sunglasses to look conspicuous.
                                               The  campervan belched  black ex-
                                               haust into their strawberry daiquiris
                                               as we passed.
                                                  The trip promised camping with-
                                               out a tent and the convenience of our
                                               very own transport. To sleep warm
                                               and cosy  in weather  fair or foul.
                                               Such a relief not to stand in pouring
                                               rain to thumb a ride, or huddle in a
                                               sleeping bag against howling winds
                                               with the tent threatening to flutter
                                               away into the night.
                                                  With  camping sites  scarce we
                                               parked nightly by the roadside or in
                                               darkened back streets, to rise early
                                               for breakfast in a market nearby.
                                               The ambience of local life chattered
                                               noisily  around us  as  Nicole  spoke
                                               her  Québécois  French  to  puzzled
                                               faces.
                                                  It was exhilarating to greet a foreign
                                               dawn in a new country. To feel the
           Medieval castle of Carcassonne.     thrill of teetering on the unknown and
                                               experience different surroundings. To
            Ancient villages were overrun by  hear a strange language and get a whiff
         these visitors. Its wizened residents,  of unique smells.
         bent  over  walking  sticks,  smiled     The real cost of travel is time
         toothless  grins  into  the  lenses  of  itself. Days passed pleasantly in the
         cameras. The environment and its  slow lane because  time is what we
         culture withered under this ‘invasion’.  had plenty of. It allowed us to take a
            We passed  hilltop  villas where
         aristocrats and movie stars sun-              The alluring city of Venice.
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