DES VACANCES EN
One Hotel Room at a Time
It was time to check out, and move on from
. We get up early, and head off to
the train station; with a pit stop on the way for breakfast of crepes and hot
chocolates. Also a stop off at a vintage jeweler to buy something for someone I
love who was still in Paris . I found this amazing turquoise ring for
Tamika, I know it will be (and was) too big for her fingers but I just love it and
know that she will. Brisbane, but never far from my mind
Trains, trains, oh how to describe how epic it is catching trains in
We finally arrive at the car hire place, and they try to up-sell us to a BMW, umm no thanks even though she tries to tell us it will only be an extra 70 euro a day. I love how she used the term only. In the car Justin seems to struggle a bit, so before we even leave the car park I take over the driving. I am not great, OK so there was that very illegal u-turn, but without reading French or knowing the roads I managing to follow signs and guess our way back to the hotel. We are almost there and Justin finally sorts out the GPS.
I park willy nilly on the side of the road while Justin runs up and gets the luggage. Getting out of
After three hours of driving I pull over into a service station, and we find ourselves in one of the weirdest servos. The attendant reminded me of Norman Bates, not a good thing in the middle of no where. We were stared at the entire time it took to eat a weird tasting baguette and drink our drinks.
Justin take over the wheel, this time he does better, but it is pretty easy to drive on the motorway which helps build up his confidence in driving in a foreign country on a different side of the road. Boredom as a passenger sets in, and I am soon taking random photos out the car window. Finding our way into
The town is gorgeous; Justin and I have fallen in love with