26 April 2017 Vattetot-Sous-Beaumont, Normandy in transit to Plouescat, Brittany, France
We said our goodbyes to Isabelle this morning, somewhat bright and early, on our way to Plouescat Brittany, about 4.5 hours by car away. About a million kilometers. And 15 hailstorms and 27 rainbows. That was basically our drive. Those natural phenomena, plus the weird challenges of driving in France. It’s not too bad actually, but (and this isn’t just France) the speed limit signs are a challenge. Sometimes, I don’t even see them. Sometimes, I do. Sometimes, the GPS tells me the speed. Sometimes, she’s right. Sometimes, she’s not. It can be frustrating, especially when cars are… oh you know what? Driving in France isn’t that bad. It’s a little more chaotic than the UK, which is fairly full of rule followers (I fit in perfectly), but not too bad. Not even as chaotic as Italy. So I should stop complaining and hope I don’t end up with 47 speeding tickets when I get home. Hopefully I won’t. I am a rule follower (like the Brits, we are totally simpatico!), but sometimes… I don’t know the speed or the GPS is wrong… or I just panic for no reason. Also I don’t like driving 90 (kilometers, you guys) on tiny one lane country roads, despite the signs saying it’s legal. Blah blah blah. I’m boring myself to tears here.
We drove really far today. And we followed a storm the entire way (that’s probably some sort of metaphor… or maybe not), so we got loads of lovely rainbows right before we drove into hailstorm after hailstorm after hailstorm.
We ate baguette sandwich (GENIUS) lunch on the road. Delicious. And finally arrived around 2:30pm here in Brittany.
This region so far has a decidely different feel to it. First of all, the architecture is totally different. Also, they are growing ARTICHOKES! I kind of want to take my machete and just whack off a few, but Husband says he won’t be able to help me out when I get arrested and “you’re on your own”. Also I don’t have a machete, but I swear that some of these artichokes LOOK READY. So I’d be doing them a favor. Also I’d of course leave a few Euro.
After arrival and NO ARTICHOKES, we went to the grocery store for supplies and dinner, met our hostess who explained that yes, the wood stove is the heat… the wood is in the barn. With the washer and the garbage & recycling. Yay! So Husband built us a fire and we are now toasty warm. And that’s all I’ve got for today.
Enjoy the rainbows and hailstorms, you guys.