Cabo de la Vela... Desert Meets Ocean!

It's 4:17AM and I get a knock on my door here at Solymar Hostel in Santa Marta..my pick up for Cabo de la Vela is here except he isn't supposed to be here until 4:30! At this hour, every minute counts! I make my way to the lobby at 4:30 and meet the driver/guide for the next 48 hours, Leonardo. He tells me we have to pick up 4 more people in the neighboring town of Taganga. It's still pitch dark at this point and I can tell he isn't familiar with this place at this hour as we're strolling through the rough roads. I am not sure if Peter Cetera and Richard Marx was the right music  backdrop but so be it..bringing back the 80's. we eventually gathered all the folks, which included, a gal named Sandrine from Sweden or maybe it was Switzerland, a vegabond in his very late 40's from Santa Monica named Jim and a couple from Argentina named Irene (who just found out she is pregnant) and Nicolas. At this point, Slim Shady has made his way into the musical rotation. We spend the next 5-6 hours driving through the coast up north to Cabo de la Vela. We drove through all types of terrain and how Leo navigated some of these roads (sand dunes, sand, beach, etc) continued to amaze me. I now know the true purpose of an all wheel drive vehicle! At this point, Leo was all Spanish and the three of us looked to Irene and Nicolas for translation! The journey in the car was probably a highlight for me as I got to see many ways of life, various settings, the beauty of this land and might I add that I've never seen goats move that fast!

At last, we arrived at Cabo de la Vela... simple dirt roads with restaurants here and there made up of shacks, beach hammocks, the Wayuu ladies stitching and selling mochilas and a lovely stretch of beach. Jim and I thought maybe this place will be fully developed in about 5-10 years if they can figure out how to get a water system here (we each got a bucket of water for a shower) but I hope it stays this way; part of the charm. After a few hours, Leo stacked us all back in the Land Cruiser and made or way to El Faro to watch the sunset. At this hilltop, you really get to see how the desert meets the ocean. Jim says,"This is just like the Mojave Desert but minus the ocean."

After dinner, Sandrine and I decided to skip the festivities and find our hammocks to settle into for the night when we see Jim walkin towards us with a huge smile and a bag, "I found beer!" The five of us claimed our beach front hammocks for the night and stayed awake for awhile trading travel stories. Jim..boy was he a crack up! For example, his stories often started something like this,"A few years ago, I thought I wanted to go be Indian Jones so  I hired 2 guys to take me to the Amazon for 3 days..that was the dumbest thing I had ever done..bitten like a pulp by mosquitoes, poisonous snakes, etc." As exhausted as I felt, I stayed awake listening to the ocean swinging back as forth in my hammock..once in awhile I'd doze off but only to be waken up by a passing 4WD blasting their music. By about the 3rd time I was woken up, I set my eyes on one of the most amazing sights I had ever seen...maybe because I've never seen it..the moon setting into the ocean. The place is pitch dark as the electricity goes out after a certain hour and in front of me was a huge gold circle, mirrored in the reflections in the water, settling into the ocean to make way for the sun to rise on the other side. 

The next morning, we set for the journey back to Santa Marta. Nicolas and Irene continued north to Punta Gallinas and Leo decided to fill their spots in the car with his relatives and wife ..dropping them off at various points along the way. Sandrine requested we listen to different music so no mas classics from the 80's and Slim Shady. Our journey home was made more interesting by having to stop at a bunch of check points; police patting down Leo and searching the trunk of the vehicle before being cleared to continue. This happened about 6-7 times.

This land is so stunning yet seeing all the plastic trash breaks my heart. It's too expensive to get it out so the people here just let it be. I can't tell if the folks here are living in poverty or if this is just their way of life. With every "village community" we drove pass, children would be running towards us with their palms out expecting us to give them something. This will probably get a lot worse in the near future as more and more people make their way here.  I am sure about one thing: I will return home using a lot less plastic from here on out!

Stress Level: I Might Need To Sit Down!

Where do I begin?! I was picked up by Humerto (friend of Freddy's) this morning for my 11:15AM flight to Santa Marta. Humerto was trying his best to teach me Spanish with the little English he knew. I disappointed him-- I am sure of it! The highlights of the cab ride back to the airport was the many cyclists on the hilly roads and two police guys on motorcycles with rifles held by their side. You don't see THAT everyday! I arrived at the airport and as I got in the check in line, it occurred to me that I was suppose to land at 11:15 not fly at 11:15! My flight was at 10:00AM..it was now 10:11. Oh shit..did I really just do that? Yup!

I made my way to the ticket counter. The woman didn't speak English and I don't speak Spanish so I took out my confirmation to show her the missed flight. She gave me a look of sympathy and I nodded. She started clicking away on her computer then she walks me to check in counter #1. Speaks to the lady at #1 then walks me to #3. I was to wait at #3 but the guy at #4 summons me to go to him. I showed him my missed confirmation, he speaks to another guy and the only word I recognized was "Bogota".. I had looked to see that all direct flights were full according to my phone but I was hoping magic would be made. When I headr the word Bogota, I was at stress level: I may have to have a seat. All types of scenarios went through my head: I'd have to decide where to stay, I would have to let my hostel in Santa Marta know, I'd have to shift some excursions, etc. The guys at #4 were done talking and he told me to go back to the ticket counter, I left my luggage with him (which probably wasn't the smartest) and went back to the ticket counter. The initial lady saw me and asked if I was taken care of and I signaled they wanted me to go here so she walked me back to lady#1 who had a lengthy conversation with guy at #4, all the while I am thinking about how much I don't want to detour to Bogota. Guy #4 signals for me again, he swiped my passport (good sign), initial lady nods and smiles at me, I thanked her, guy #4 wrote me a note to go back to the ticket counter to pay a change fee of $25 US..then back to #4 I go with my paid receipt. Within seconds, he hands my new ticket, direct on the next flight to Santa Marta!! They already put my bag through when I went to pay. I was SO relieved and grateful at the same time! I guess I couldn't have found a better group of people to help with a missed flight in a foreign country where the language I do not speak (I really should have paid more attention during my 3 years of high school Spanish). All I did was follow the leader holding my pathetic missed flight confirmation. 

Boy did I cash in some karma points for that one! Shout out to the nice man at the gate who let me use his phone to call my airport shuttle to tell them of the switch. 1:31PM landed at Santa Marta airport with Juan Carlos holding a sign with my name on it!

The things I get to practice while I'm traveling abroad: patience, problem solving and staying calm...zen!

Back on track...much gratitude to the folks at Avianca! I have a feeling this would have been MUCH more painful if it happened back home in the US..ironically.

Headed to Cabo de la Vela tomorrow then to Parque Tayrona then to the jungle hills for a few days! Also thanks to the two fellow Canadian travelers I met at the Magic Tours office who helped translate some logistics! Those two guys are off to do the 4 day Ciudad Perdida trip. I am SO glad I opted out of that. Mosquitos have too much love for me.

Once Upon A Time In Medellin!

First thought...no wonder Colombians are such good climbers! Have you seen these hills here in Medellin?!

Alright.. carrying on...

It´s tough to imagine that Medellin was once known as the most dangerous city in the world. I landed at MDE a few days ago and was greeted by Freddy; a Colombian grandpa, holding a sign with my name on it ready to take me wherever I wanted to go, which in this case was straight to my hotel in the El Poblado area. That afternoon, I joined a city tour of Medellin led by a 26 year old named Pablo. Pablo was born and raised in Medellin but have spent a few years living in Hungary and France. Thanks Maddie for recommending his tour and I would forward that recommendation to anyone visiting Medellin- Real City Tours. The group consisted of about 20 folks in the same general age category from all across the world though I was mainly socialing with the group I will refer to as Toronto (5 guys from Toronto) and Aussie (Paula from Oz but now lives in England). During the beginning of the tour, Pablo gave us a little lesson on street smarts in Medellin. He used the term that sounded like "papaya" but I am pretty sure that was not the exact word, regardless, that is what I will use. He leveled the papaya by 5 levels. Level 1- just be cautious to level 5 - high alert with your bag in front of you at all times. The tallest Toronto and I looked at eachother and said, ¨"so basic common sense when traveling abroad!"


Pablo took us all over downtown and told stories about his childhood, experiences and general history of the highlighted spots in the downtown area. At one point, we were gathered in front of this white church near Plaza Botero and as he was telling us stories of the past, more and more folks started gathering around us making eye contact with our pockets and bags. He interrupted his history/story telling with "papaya 7"..getting serious.. and next thing you know we were escorted across a neighboring plaza with the company of the policia. I can't say that has happened to me before! During the course of the 4 hour walking tour, I found it tough to imagine that this vibrant city was once plagued by violence and deaths. Some of the squares we openly walked across was once so unsafe that only the military had the credentials to set foot on due to the violence. The public used to avoid police officers because there was a $1000 US bounty on anyone that brought in a badge and uniform (from a dead body). For a city that was voted the Most Innovative this past year and with a public transport system that would put the one in San Francisco, CA to shame -- I was and am having a very tough time wrapping my head around it´s violent history and how they were able to rise above it. One of the highlights of the tour for me was the street food! Torontos, Aussie and I flocked to the empanada corner station. At 50 cents an empanada and $1.00 gualapas (sugar cane juice with lime).. dinner was had at $2.00!

My second day here, I took a day trip to El Penol and Guatape. I would have felt a bit lonely without the company of the Torontos and Aussie if I wasn´t adopted by a group from Madrid! On our way out of the city, I laid eyes on the homeless life here and it was definitely a scene your eyes will want to shy away from. It was tough to witness. El Penol and Guatape are not must sees but it was nice to have the time to do. I climbed the 600 plus steps to the stunning views atop El Penol and the town Guatape couldn´t have been more charming with their colorful hand painted houses. Did I mention the bag of fresh cut up fruits you can munch on for 11 cents?! Yes, a dime and a penny!

I started my third day with a trip up the metro cables to the outskirts of Medellin. It´s probably the cheapest overview of the city you will ever experience at less than $1 for a metro ticket for the trip. On my way back, I detoured to some of the areas Pablo took us on.. what a difference the scenery and vibe .. night vs day! The afternoon was spent at a welcoming cafe in the Poblado area with John Mayer and Norah Jones playing in the background. It would have been perfect if there wasn't a Patriots/Brady and Niners/Kaepernick hating guy in there. I would have taken his San Francisco residence and his man card away from him if I could. Idiot. Prior to my trip here, I heard a lot about the women here and the size of their boobs. I've not seen anything out of the ordinary, however, I am convinced that many women here either have butt impants surgically placed or it's padded in their panties.

In my experience thus far, Medellin is a safe city. I've felt more unsafe at the train station in Naples, Italy about 9 years ago than walking the streets here in Medellin. Did I mention how clean their metro stations and trains are? I've been to many train stations around the world and sat in many trains.. I can't name a city or town with a cleaner metro system! Two key things I realized during my time in Medellin; Colombians do not mention the name Pablo Escobar nor do they try to profit off of it and driving in Medellin is something that you coudn't pay me to do. The amount of motorcycles on the streets would drive me ape sh*t! I am off to Santa Marta tomorrow morning .. until then.. cheers to Medellin.

Paris... Love At First Sight!

I left Villefranche for Paris last Saturday but ended up missing my train from Nice to Paris due to a train strike that cancelled my train from Villefranche to Nice. Anyway... made it to Paris two hours after I was supposed to and voila! Love at first sight with this wonderful city. I navigated from Gare de Lyon to my hotel on Rue Cler with no issues... dropped my bags and off to the Museum D'Orsay I went...followed by a walk to the Lourve and oriented myself with the neighborhood.

Next day Sunday, I got an early start and headed to Versailles. Once I arrived at the Versailles train station, I saw all these people, mostly men walking the opposite way with race bib numbers. There was a race going on called "Paris to Versailles"... going home from Versailles... I didn't think I'd ever make it on that day because all the finishers from that race was now trying to get back to Paris. A stinky train station they made it ... huge thanks to the guy who gave me 0.25 euros for the train ticket back because I didn't have enough euro coins!! I ended my day with an evening walk along the Champs Elysees. One strange thing I noticed on the Champs... bathrooms at this one mall charged 2.50 euro to use and they made sure that the attendant went in to clean it after every use. Also, there were 3 retail fronts that had lines on the Champs.. Louis Vuitton, macaroon love Landuree and Abercombie. Apparently, the French LOVE Abercrombie, not Parisians but French people! I was shocked since the brand is closing stores in the US.

Monday was Notre Dame tower day! All 400 steps to the top of the tower made for my toughest workout since Ironman Canada. Did a stroll through Monmartre where I came upon the cafe of which was on the cover of the book I was reading last week on the beach, Almost French. The cafe name was Le Consulant Cafe. My friend Raf from the states wanted these chocolate bars that only one store here in Paris carried. It happened to also be in the neighborhood of Moulin Rouge and other strip clubs. The chocolate owner Denise was a doll ... two hours later.. I was exiting with a bag of chocolate in my hands. There were 2 people ahead of me and in France, you don't rush people ahead of you or the employee. They'll get to you when it's your turn and then it's your turn to take your time! That evening came the highlight of my trip... night riding the streets of Paris on a cruiser bike for 3 hours! I felt silly for the school girls smile I had on my face the entire time.. so much fun!! Thank you Preston from Texas living in Paris for that!

Tuesday... I strolled through what would become one of my favorite streets in Paris on the island of Ill St. Louis. Johnny Depp had an apartment there when he was living in Paris. The St. Regis Cafe on the main street became my favorite cafe hangout. I also hit up the Sainte Chapelle which is surrounded by stain glass depicting 1,000s of stories from the bible. Some will regard it as the most beautiful building in Paris but in my opinion that honor goes to the Museum D'Orsay. Also strolled through the Marais neighborhood which they say is like the Soho, New York of Paris... and ended up day with a little shopping at Printemps. I am in love with Repetto shoes!!

Wednesday comes along and I was wandered with my camera. I went back to the Princess Flame where people leave flowers for Princess Di... it is a flame at sits on top of the tunnel of her car crash and while the flame was not intended to honor her.. it was what it ended up to be. I needed an after nap after strolling the streets and after the nap.. I strolled more streets and found my way into a Christian Louboutin store. Heavenly. At the store... I had one of those encounters with a guy that you always kind of re-play in your head... "gosh I wish I would have (fill in the blank)... he was really cute"... lucky me.. I did. After I left the store, I went into two more stores and after leaving the second store, I walked out and bumped into him. He said, "I was looking for you." He asked me out to lunch the next day then asked if I had an umbrella in this pouring rain. I said no and so he gave me his as he walked the other way. Sweetheart.

Thursday is here and this is my last day. I am spending the day just absorbing what is left of my time here in what has now become one of my favorite cities if not my favorite. Cute umbrella guy and I may have missed each other as we didn't connect at the said time.. there might have been confusion on the place but it's just as well. The day is still young and maybe by chance we will meet again but if not.. that's ok too. The gesture of having a stranger (handsome Tunisian man raised and living in Paris with a whole lot of style) coming after me with the umbrella was a cute enough experience for me to "treasure". That never happens at home!

This trip has been so fulfilling and inspiring. For me, a successful trip is when I think having grown or become a better person through perspective and I think this country did that for me. One of the key things I take away from my travels is the different ways of calculating the quality of life and this has further enhanced that for sure. France really surprised me. I thought for a modern country, it wouldn't really be a "unique" place other than a country in Europe but I was clearly wrong. This place is so full of culture and depth. The French people have been nothing but so nice to this non-French speaking gal from California (minus train ticket lady at Orange).

My airport shuttle comes at 3:30am. I haven't left yet but I miss you already. Until next time Paris..

Cote d'Azur....How I Am Going To Miss You!

I left Avignon Sunday morning to catch the TGV train for Nice and then transferring to a regional train from Nice to Villafranche sur Mer, my base for this Cote d'Azur leg. I arrived at my place of stay too early to check in so I asked for the toilet but instead settled for their closed restaurant to get beach ready...left my bag with the reception guy and off to the beach I went to decompress from my journey here!

Villefranche sur Mer is a gem in the Cote d'Azur. It's a small beach village with a small low key lane of shops, one boulangerie, one tabac store and many harbor restaurants. It feels relaxing and it's beautiful and quiet. I am so excited to be based out of here. I love that even in these beach villages, you feel the French culture. I can never spend the amount of time as I have here in a place like Cabo .. no culture.. I'd get bored. Villefranche is also a very convenient bus ride away from the likes of Nice and Monaco... all buses in this region cost 1 euro!

I did a day trip to Nice and felt immediately validated by my decision to base out of Villefranche. Nice is beautiful too but different. It's big, glitzy, glamorous and definitely a lot more touristy with the promenade of beach vendors ready to help you to a beach chair and umbrella for 20 euros. Old Nice reminds me much of Italy ... it's predominate color of buildings is this vintage old mustard color. Fitting, I think.

During one of the non beach weather days, I also ventured out to Monaco. While Monaco is in the country of France, it isn,t really a part of the country of France. It's Monaco of Monaco with it's own Prince and Palace. The wide and curvy roads of this fun place is made for the Grand Prix  (Monaco- google for photos) and while I am not into car racing, the Grand Prix Monaco would be fun to watch here!! The Monte Carlo casino here makes the casinos in Vegas seem like a poor copy. In fact, Vegas should be embarrassed, IMHO. The feel of the Monte Carlo here is so much more authentic ... the people... definitely classier... dressed classier... there's culture.. not a feel of trashy at all! A glacier (ice cream) here is 3.90 euro vs Villefranche at 2.50. Nice is 2.90.

After Monaco, I detoured to this hillside village called Eze Village Mer. Nothing to write about really... not worth a visit but now I know! I did see a bunch of Liquigas riders out .. they looked way too pro to be posers. The bus ride back from Eze however was quite adventurous. The driver door was broken so imagine... windy roads, rain, slick wet roads and driver is driving with one hand as the other is trying to fix the latch on the door. Two bus transfers later and I am back safe and sound.

I've been here in the South of France for 5 days now and am so sad to leave tomorrow. A few things I've observed here on the Cote d'Azur... the French are very creative in the way thet change with a towel. I've learned a thing or two. The speeds at which folks know how to clear out a beach when it rains impresses me. There is no ryhme or reason as to when the tide comes in.. one day it's at 3:15...another it doesn't even show up.. oh but yesterday... it started to hit the sea wall from the get go. My book and sarong was soaked so spent most of the day on the sea wall with much company...improvise!Being at a small place like this for that amount of time, you start to make connections with familiar faces and I will miss those. The French grandma who shows up at the beach at 9:30 sharp with her chair and umbrella. Her posse comes later. At 10:20, this Italian Stallion as I refer to him shows up in his rainbow speedo... he and I usually tries to see who can stay the longest. The waiter at Les Palmiers... Bonjour Madame as I go there for my morning hot chocolat and usual dinner spot. Did I mention how sad I am to leave this place?

On to Paris and the last leg of my France experience tomorrow!

Provence.....Waterwheel hunting anyone?!

I left Bayeux on the morning of the 18th for Paris to drop off Matilda before taking the TGV down to Avignon. The three hour drive through rain and Paris traffic went something like this...freeway sign says straight...Matilda says exit Dxx. No Matilda!! Finally figured out, she does not like toll roads hence all the back country roads she opted for. Anyway, dropped her off back to Hertz scotch free and on to the TGV.

Arrived in Avignon and for the next 6 days...this will be my base! Uneventful train ride but leave it to me to always attract the crazies that like to talk to themselves! I covered more than I thought I would and many of the places I had on my blueprint ended up getting swapped out. Of the towns in Provence... I started with...

Arles. Took the morning train the next day to Arles known for their Roman Arena and while that was great and I spent a good amount of time sitting on the steps of this historic place reading and journaling, I was more excited about the market! I walked the maket twice but spent most of my time at this sausage table. The sausage guy was very charming... he made the noise of every animal that he had the variety off on his table! He'd point and make a noise. I walked away buying a thing of sausage from him which I had him slice for me... a baguette from another station and that was lunch and dinner for the day! Got back to Avignon and was able to hop on a 5 person tour that I thought about doing to the Luberon of Provence which included Les Beux, Gordes and Roussillon which turned out to be my favorite. A quick stop at a bridge built 2,000 years ago and we were back in Avignon and by then I was ready for bed! A visit to Provence would not be complete without hitting up these small villages with a color palette that you would imagine Provence to have. Funny note...at the beginning of our tour..this group of 3 folks from England where complaining about these lour Americans that were on their tour yesterday and how they kept following them everytime they wanted to get away. They asked where I was from after and I said with a smile "California". The ead guy then said in his British accent...oh no and we've started off already by offending you!!! I laughed and said no offense taken...I feel the same sometimes ;)

Next day, took the train to Isles sur la Sorgue which may turn out to be my absolute favorite place in France. It is a town full of waterwheels, colors and just a good feel to it. I ended up being there all day walking the markets and waterwheel hunting...all 14 or 15 of them I believe. A town that would bring out the hopeless romantic in anyone.

Day 3...took the bus to Aix en Provence. I walked to the town center to get a map from the tourist office and what do I see? An Ironman 70.3 expo for Aix en Provence 70.3. What the heck?? I am on vaca trying to avoid this stuff!!! For anyone considering it, don't!!! Bad venue in my opinion. A town known for their water fountains and main coffee boulevard except it reminded me of a slightly better Market Street in San Francisco near Civic Center. Took off early from Aix and ended on the bus back to Avignon then back on the train to a town called Orange. I had 90 seconds between buying my ticket and getting on the train! Once on the train, I realized ticket guy didn't give me the right tickets....two one way tickets...not one two way and what i thought would be an easy fix at the train station in Orange was not. Once I arrived in Orange, I explained the ticket lady what happened but she kept referring to the no exchanges and wanted me to buy another ticket. Ugh... WTF? Chances are if I was fluent in French, this may have gone down differely and while 5.60 euros is nothing, I wasn't going to give it to her. I left the station to explore the town without buying my return ticket..no way!!! Orange known for one of the oldest Roman Theatres and just a delightful little town...much better than Aix. After a few hours, I decided to head back to Avignon by finding the bus station. For 1 euro, I was on my way...would take 60 minutes vs the 15 but I'm on vaca and have all the time in the world and was intent on not buying a train ticket from dumb ticket agent women!!

Here I am now...my last day in Provence. I am at the point in my vacation now where I start to lose track of the days. The coolest thing about being in this area is I often see the bare rock mountain top that is Mount Ventoux ... will have to come back for that someday!! Spending today to explore the back streets of Avignon before taking the morning train for the Cote d 'Azur!

France 2012...Went to Normandy But Fell In Love With Brittany!

Bonjour!

After a smooth flight from SFO to Frankfurt and a tight connection ... I made it to CDG! After too long of an encounter with Mr. Hertz guy who kept trying to upsell me to a French made convertible...I was on my way. Driving on the highways of France...things were going smoothly until the Garmin GPS ran out of battery and my poor man's Mercedes charger would not charge...onto my google map printouts. About half an hour later...I come upon toll roads except I have no euros..I was going to wait until I got to my destination for all that! Anyway...French guy was nice enough to accept my dollars but severely under changed me but I was just happy to get through and have enough euros to get me through the next four tolls! Also, as I started to look around the car, I noticed a "navi" button...pressed it...ah ha! Navigation! In English! So glad I did not go with a French car!!

About two hours later, I arrived at my first destination, Honfleur. Nice picturesque harbor town that will serve as my launch pad to the rest of the Normandy region. Spent the rest of the evening getting settled, familiarized myself with the town and streets and had my first serving of moules & frites for dinner.

Next morning on little sleep, I started my drive to Mont St. Michel, a place I,ve always been fascinated with! This is also when I discovered my car has a bit of personality of it's own...unlike google maps and freeway signs..my car likes to guide me on back country roads..hence I decided car needs a name. The driving adventures of "Yi and Matilda" begin! Arrived in Mont St Michel through long roads leading to spectacular views of this place before actually arriving. I booked a room in a small B&B ran by a couple. Danielle, B1B owner welcomed me with the most friendly pleasantries. She asked, "Yi..you are alone and you drive?" I said yes to all. She said ah brave girl. While I appreciated it, I don't really like it when people say that during my travels...almost makes me feel a little less relaxed...like that time in Budapest..."You're taking the overnight train to Krakow? Alone?" Once settled, Danielle recommended I spend the rest of my day exploring the Brittany region. I thought Brittany?? That sounds far! Not sure I want to drive out there! 10 minutes or so later, Matilda and I are on our way to Cancale, our first stop in Brittany.

After a nice drive on narrow country roads, we arrived in Cancale, known for their oysters! After lunch on the waterfront, we headed to St Malo which would turn out to be my favorite in Brittany. Beautiful fun resort town...water front...off ocean swimming pool...great for people watching fun! Lastly, stopped at Dinan, an old medieval Brittany town before heading back to Mont St Michel. The next morning, visited the Mont early enough to avoid the crowds, I,ve concluded that Le Mont is much better marveled from afar on the outside than it was on the inside. Beautifully build! Stunning.

After Le Mont, Matilda and I headed for Bayeux, my launch pad for the D Day beaches. It happens to be a national weekend holiday in France and many roads in Bayeux were either blocked or one way...after much circling around trying to navigate to my hotel which happen to sit btwn a blocked road and a one way, I decided I had to do it, ignore the one way do not enter sign and go for it. I could see my hotel and it was only 1.5 blocks...!!! After careful waiting, Matilda and I went for it, we only got one dirty look from a local! Sorry! Well, not really. Spent the rest of the day exploring this lovely town of Bayeux.

Now today...I just got back from my day exploring the D Day Beaches, Utah Beach, Omaha Beach and the American Cemetary. It is a little tough to fathom all that took place here...so rich in history!

Tomorrow...I bring Matilda back to Paris before hopping on the TGV to Avignon to start the Provence portion of my adventure! Matilda and I have not always got along as she constantly tries to get me to get back on the country roads as I'd ignore her for the highway signs...so far it's been all fun as I've taken in all the beauty of these little French towns full of narrow roads and roundabouts. All those roundabouts on TV as shown during the Tour de France...they all exist in close proximity!