Today's blog comes from guest Linda Robson. We're blushing, we thought she was going to write a travel guide to Roujan.
After years of visiting Roujan and longing to stay, we are finally here! We are inside Le Couvent's calm embrace and Lizzie and Ali's warm ministrations hold us captive and happy! We are at once joyful, gleeful and childlike combined - like Cheshire cats in full bloom!
...Arriving tired and late, we instantly find our layers of stress unravel like onion skins as we step out of their silvery binds and step into this tranquil cloak of peace that envelops us... Breathing deeply, delicious smells of flowers, warm-baked earth, polish, wine and subtle hints of fruit and light refrains of song in the air around us ressonates and enlivens our senses as if in Heaven. No words can truly capture this phenomena, except perhaps the word "Ahhhhhhhhh" uttered as a long drawn-out and throaty breath just like Ali's beautiful breathy voice that reverberates like a lullabye around these walls, bubbling suddenly into skittish laughter and subsiding like a brook over pebbles... How can one possibly describe the instant oneness we feel when Lizzie draws us out with stories of barracuda flashing in a swirling sea, her body and face animated and twisting in unison, becoming one with her words that paint this nautical tale with such drama?...
How can we do justice to our experience here, in this one-dimensional blog, when every dimension vyes for supremacy in Le Couvent's heady reality? How will you know its unique blend of comfort and ancient charm evident everywhere, with its enveloping inviting sofas and cool hallway that calms your fevered brows? How will you sense its secrets and scents residing amongst splashes of heart-warming colours amid aged wood and stone in these pictures captured here in flat repose? How can I describe the looks of guests faces touched by its magic in static words that cannot take the place of vibrant emotions? Though I'm studying medicine, I have no antidote to offer for that malady that infects us all and permeates throughout our cells and clothes as surely as smoke - that of despondency and weary fatigue, other than to say......come.
Then, when you return from this journey and it's gloomy, or life gets too much, you can revisit this alchemy of beauty, this oasis of calm and you will be 'home' and, whether in reality or in your own mind's eye, you will remember that.... all shall be well and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well..... AND IT WILL BE !!!
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