When I was living in South Carolina I couldn't wait to have kids to take them apple picking! All of my friends would tell me about the nearby farms - they would have amazing pictures of the fall colors; adorable kids picking apples.
When Nathan was about 11 months old I researched apple farms in the area. To my chagrin - the closest apple farms where in Bretagne (about five to six hours away). I had just given up that we would ever get to do anything like that while we were living here in France.
Then I heard through the grapevine that there was an apple festival in a nearby town.
Immediately my mind started picturing how much fun my boys would have running around surrounded by apples.
My first clue as to how the day was going to go should have been the dark clouds that were lingering around town all morning.
Since the rain had held back all morning, we decided to head out to the apple festival anyway.
There were a lot of farmers/vendors selling their fresh apples; organic apple juices and ciders - but it definitely wasn't an apple picking.
They boys weren't too impressed.
That is until they found the free samples of juice.
Noah was a little disappointed he couldn't dig into the cider. Maybe when he's older.
It wouldn't be a French festival without sausages and cheese.
We were only there for about 15 minutes before the heavens opened up and it started pouring on us.
I guess that's what we get for trying to go apple picking a la francais.
Welcome to France!