Imagine that you receive an unexpected gift from a friend — one that you know will be nice because your friend is kind. Then, when you open the present, you discover a cache of riches so overwhelming that you are speechless.

Our friend, Jacqueline, resides in Kansas City six months of each year and in Jarnac, in southwestern France near where she was born, for the remainder. She lives across the hall from us in KC, where we bought an apartment to be closer to two of our daughters and their families. She remains French to the nines while she has embraced her American citizenship since she married her handsome American husband in 1957.

When Jacqueline learned that we planned to be in France for an extended period, she invited us to visit her in Jarnac and kindly insisted that we stay in her home. She is charming, energetic, bright, easygoing and ageless while living her troisième or maybe even quatrième age. We looked forward to learning about her way of life in France.

We flew into Bordeaux and drove north about an hour and a half to reach Jarnac and began to unwrap Jacqueline’s generous gift of hospitality. She welcomed us with a delicious dinner of duck confit, chestnuts, and red Bergerac.

The beautiful river Charente flows through Jarnac and lends its name to the region. Aubeterre-sur-Dronne, officially designated one of “The Most Beautiful Villages in France” lies on the southern border of the Charente and the Dordogne regions. For more than 1,000 years, pilgrims have passed through this lovely village on their way to Santiago de Compostela in northwest Spain. Jacqueline guided us to Aubeterre so we could see the Church of St. Jean, the largest underground church in Europe, which was hewn by hand from a rock hillside during the 12th century — from the top down.

All Cognac is made in the Charente. Vines are everywhere — in some places as far as the eye can see. It is still cold near the end of the season and winter wheat is practically the only green one sees. The old, short, gnarly grape-bearing stumps are almost black and the numerous shoots sprouting upward have been pruned by hand and reduced to only two before being espaliered along the supporting wires.

Huge fields of old grapevines border those newly planted. Each newbie plant has a colored plastic sock or collar at its base to protect from predators. There might be hundreds or thousands of green or blue or orange or white socks in a field, their colors blurring as we speed by.

Pineau des Charente is a tasty fortified wine made by blending Cognac with either slightly fermented grape must or fresh grape juice before being aged in oak barrels. It is a treasure of the region but not well known around France and hardly at all in the rest of the world. To say it is delicious is an understatement.

As Jacqueline’s visiting friends, we were warmly embraced by her family of cousins; Jannine, Jerome, Veronique, Justine, Charles, and Jean-Claude. Vintner Jerome not only continues the family business of growing grapes but also continually expands and modernizes the enterprise. Hennessey is an important customer and the majority of Jerome’s production of eau de vie forms the basis of its world-renowned Cognac.

One of these days Jerome might market his pineau. In the meantime, we were the beneficiaries of a signature bottle packaged home style.

Can you believe it? Jerome took us truffle hunting! In the forest of oaks that he planted twenty years ago. His gorgeous well-groomed black lab Muscat led the way demonstrating his acquired expertise at nosing this “black gold” from the earth.

It is the end of a very dry season but after Muscat pawed the dirt at the base of trees, Jerome confirmed the finds by sniffing the soil then sifting the dirt through his gloved fingers to reveal the prized fungus. Muscat seemed satisfied with his reward for each success — a tiny morsel of cheese.

Everyone agrees that 1944 was an excellent year — that of our births and of Jerome’s mother Jannine. Her birthday celebratory dinner was a blast and we especially enjoyed getting to know her twin grandchildren Justine and Charles.

Next was a full day of touring the near western seaboard. The string of charming villages are edged with long beaches of golden sand devoid of visitors except for a few surfers who brave the cold. Here, too, where weathered shacks line the quay, oysters are king.

After another memorable meal, enjoyed near the edge of the Bay of Biscay, we piled again into Jerome’s car to continue to Royan for a look at two apartments being converted to gites and their vacation home which is undergoing a transformation.

After champagne toasts, Jerome delivers us to our car in Sigogne, and we return to our Jarnac home. The next morning, as we say goodbye to Jacqueline, she encourages us to remember her belief that everything happens for a reason. While we don’t quite know the reason, we do realize that she has given us a magnificent gift. Not only of these three days of wonder, but of her friendship — which we cherish.

Renie and Diane

Renie and Diane

Renie and Diane. March 2023