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We spent a few days in Bruges, Belgium. Then came the fever. I must have caught something in Paris. This is my second illness this trip. Ack. We had to leave Bruges because they were booked for the weekend. We ended up skipping Amsterdam and going straight to Luxembourg. Personnally, I don't remember much of the trip. I was floating in a maisma of sickness. I remember reaching the hotel in Luxembourg, taking off my shoes and crawling into the bed. I didn't leave the room for two days.
I' better now, but I'm getting tired of traveling and I'm really looking forward to going home, kicking back in my humble routine, lavishing in the love and attention of my beloved friends. Not that I haven't enjoyed this trip. I've loved every csecond of it... well, except for passing through Napoli and the few fever and mucous coated days. I could give them a pass. I am also looking forward to the next couple of weeks as they will be the last of Europe for a while. I truly love it here. France really feels like home and I connect with it better than I do with any of the other coutries I've experience thus far. I will sorely miss the cute little towns, the mom and pop shops that line the streets with flavour and individuality that Walmart and Barnes and Noble can't even broach. I will miss walking to the boulangerie to fetch a fresh loaf of bread then grabbing my fruit and veggies fresh from the farmer's cart on the way to the train station. I will miss the slower pace of life. I was taught that if you don't eat your lunch in the fifteen minutes provided at school, you lose. Here, you have to sit between courses. They give you time to digest. Time to talk. Time to relax. Lunch takes at least an hour to eat. Dinner takes closer to two, sometimes three. It's a good life. Hopefully, I shall bring a little of that home with me. Expect longer meals, longer hugs and the famous French kiss (the one against both cheeks, silly, not the tongue...that costs extra *wink*)
Colmar is very quaint. You must be tired of me describing French towns thaét way, but so many of them truly are. Allied forces intentionally did not bomb here even when the Nazi's held it because of it's beauty. That alone speaks to the people's love for this town. Few others were spared the bombs. It's a bizarre yet homogenous mix of German and French. It doesn't seem like it would work, but it does and it's beautiful. I am painfully aware that I need a German course as I can't understand anything they are saying.
Another great feature in Colmar, our chambres des hotes has free internet access. Yeah! That means I'm checking my email again tomorrow and the next day. So, tell me what's going on in your lives. I may come down later tonight and check your LJ's. I haven't had time to read anything.
Another scary thing...I'm really starting to get the hang of typing on the French keyboard. I'm faster and surer now. I'm sure this means something, but I don't know exactly what that is. I'm actually really liking the easy access to accented letters. Hmmmmm.... maybe I should buy a French keyboard before I leave and bring it home. *giggles uproariously with glee* Life is sooooo good!
I' better now, but I'm getting tired of traveling and I'm really looking forward to going home, kicking back in my humble routine, lavishing in the love and attention of my beloved friends. Not that I haven't enjoyed this trip. I've loved every csecond of it... well, except for passing through Napoli and the few fever and mucous coated days. I could give them a pass. I am also looking forward to the next couple of weeks as they will be the last of Europe for a while. I truly love it here. France really feels like home and I connect with it better than I do with any of the other coutries I've experience thus far. I will sorely miss the cute little towns, the mom and pop shops that line the streets with flavour and individuality that Walmart and Barnes and Noble can't even broach. I will miss walking to the boulangerie to fetch a fresh loaf of bread then grabbing my fruit and veggies fresh from the farmer's cart on the way to the train station. I will miss the slower pace of life. I was taught that if you don't eat your lunch in the fifteen minutes provided at school, you lose. Here, you have to sit between courses. They give you time to digest. Time to talk. Time to relax. Lunch takes at least an hour to eat. Dinner takes closer to two, sometimes three. It's a good life. Hopefully, I shall bring a little of that home with me. Expect longer meals, longer hugs and the famous French kiss (the one against both cheeks, silly, not the tongue...that costs extra *wink*)
Colmar is very quaint. You must be tired of me describing French towns thaét way, but so many of them truly are. Allied forces intentionally did not bomb here even when the Nazi's held it because of it's beauty. That alone speaks to the people's love for this town. Few others were spared the bombs. It's a bizarre yet homogenous mix of German and French. It doesn't seem like it would work, but it does and it's beautiful. I am painfully aware that I need a German course as I can't understand anything they are saying.
Another great feature in Colmar, our chambres des hotes has free internet access. Yeah! That means I'm checking my email again tomorrow and the next day. So, tell me what's going on in your lives. I may come down later tonight and check your LJ's. I haven't had time to read anything.
Another scary thing...I'm really starting to get the hang of typing on the French keyboard. I'm faster and surer now. I'm sure this means something, but I don't know exactly what that is. I'm actually really liking the easy access to accented letters. Hmmmmm.... maybe I should buy a French keyboard before I leave and bring it home. *giggles uproariously with glee* Life is sooooo good!