Did I tell you about my visit to Nathalie's hippie aunt who makes goat cheese? It was an hour outside of Toulouse in the middle of nowhere and it was the dirtiest place I've ever eaten or slept...maybe a million flies in the place, and no, I'm not exaggerating how many there were (as opposed to every other time I refer to a million of something).

Maybe I'll let Ray tell you about it ;)