Every year, we keep returning to Burgundy (La Bourgogne). There’s an electricity in the air, a familiar rush of excitement that I haven’t felt since I was a little kid every time I return to that place. The Côte D’Or is a magical place, and not just for its famed chardonnay or pinot noir – the soul of Burgundy is very much alive, and its energy pulses throughout everything – the houses, the cobblestone streets, the luscious food, and the vines themselves. The first time we came to La Côte D’Or, we had barely just arrived in Europe – I became acquainted with Jean-Charles on Twitter, who invited us to dine at his restaurant, L’Auberge de Vieux Vigneron in the quaint little village of Corpeau. It was a cold rainy Easter weekend, but through all the stormy skies my husband and I both knew there was a little piece of heaven hidden amongst the gently sloping hillsides.
That next Summer, the region opened up its bounty to us as we explored caves and vineyards with my good friend Mardi, teaching us about wine, food, and history along the way. And so we keep returning to the Côte D’Or and all it’s splendor – seeing things old and new, but mainly, just taking it in, slowly and thoughtfully.
Maybe it’s the sheer age of the place, knowing that every stone wall has a centuries-old tale to tell, or maybe it’s the simple romantic charm. But whatever the reason, my heart is forever attached to this idyllic land, and I will always be longing to go back. How else can you justify leaving such views as this?
Maybe it’s the food – the gorgeous wine, jambon persillée, oeufs en meurette, the saucisse, the fromage (I really could go on and on), or maybe it’s the sheer beauty and romanticism of Burgundy’s character. But once there, I’m just relaxed and carefree – all my tensions lift away, and I can forget about life’s stresses for a few days, just enjoying the moment. I try to bring this feeling back home with me, but instead all I have are photos….
It made me realize something – why am I trying so hard to bottle up and capture that blissful feeling? I think this happens to all of us when we let ourselves gradually succumb to life’s stresses without noticing. It takes a period of recharge to get ourselves back on track, erase the negative thoughts, and start “fresh” again, filling our minds with joy and peace. The great thing about photos is we can look back on them and be transported back to those memories as if they were right in front of us, all over again. I look back and remember the smell of the air, the relaxed ease of just enjoying a nice weekend together, and of course all of the exquisite flavors we tasted.
And so I sit back and think fondly of our weekend, sharing the company of friends, food, and taking in the beauty and essence of a place that will always have a home in my heart. Maybe one day, the baby will appreciate it too, even if she won’t remember these little trips we take – well, maybe when we come back, next time