Hilltop towns, fields of red poppies, ancient weather-beaten farm houses, cypress trees, lavender for days, cicadas chattering outside warm dusky air. Anyone up for a game of Provence roadtrip bingo? We may be opening up two more spots for this year’s France retreat. Interested in joining the wait list? Send us a DM! 
Sold out in 48 hours. What even is life! The waitlist for MFR Provence is growing so DM us if you want to be first to know if spots open up! And THANK YOU for trusting us to show you a badass time in France. Ps here’s Tim at the last MFR Provence in a random popcorn costume he found in an alley. You cannot make these things up. 
Ok what in the world! After 24 hours, this years Provence retreat is almost sold out, our minds are boggled. If you’re thinking about joining us in France this autumn, today’s the day to nab your spot! DM us for the full scoop on the two rooms that are left, we don’t want you to miss out if you’re thinking this is your year! 
We’d just arrived to a small mountain town in Morocco by way of a long, dusty bus ride, and as we gazed out over the valley, the last rays of sunshine knelt toward us and the call to prayer echoed through the streets. In this far-flung town where I didn’t recognize a thing, I stood quietly on the edge of the balcony: crying, crying. I turned and saw that Tim was doing the same. This world is so big and so small and it always calls to us. If this year reminded us of anything, it’s that we 100% cannot save our best days for a hazy future date that may never arrive. I stopped saving my fancy perfume for big nights out— now I wear it every morning to impress the baby and the dog (and myself). We find obscure reasons to celebrate so we can open the good champagne on a Wednesday. Waiting for some golden hazy hour in the future to spend our joy and finally live? No, no. We can’t afford it. We all suspected that the concept of a grand future payoff to reward us for a lifetime of putting heads down was a scam, and 2020 proved that true. Today is the day. We have to snatch our joy when it’s in front of us. Eat the thing. Open the door. Buy the flight. We opened the doors to this year’s Provence trip yesterday, and if you’ve been missing travel as much as we have, we’d love to douse you in champagne in the south of France this autumn. It feels like a more special trip, now that we don’t take travel for granted anymore. Or don’t come, stay home and write that novel that’s been calling your name, or take the painting class, or call the one that got away and tell them you’re still not over them. Just do the thing and don’t save it up, because we just never know. 
It’s happening! We’re saving you a spot at our fifth anniversary Feast, and we’re bringing it back to our original location. A castle in the south of France. Plenty of champagne on ice. Let’s go. Nab your spot at the link in bio 🍾