Residence Maeva Les Coteaux de la Nartelle
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We slept pretty well until 8.20am and had breakfast on the hotel patio. The morning was fresh but still shorts and short sleeve weather for a NZer. We commented to each other that as much as we enjoyed the stone cities we've visited, that we were enjoying seeing trees and not being amongst hoards of tourists. Except for the style of building we could have been in Remuera, acknowledging that people travel to experiences the differences. We departed the hotel and drove the ...
... though - that I did find disorientating! And what a huge contract when we taxi up beside a 747 private jet! Welcome back to the real world????
What is real anyway?
What is reality?
It IS all relative.
My reality is another man's dream.
Their reality is perhaps mine...
Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy pleasure instead. We ...
It seems that the Mediterranean sea has an influence on the weather in southern France and Spain as it is usually fine and warm. Liz flew in to Geneva from Gatwick on Wednesday and at the same time I picked up my rented Peugeot on the French side of the Airport.
After spending a couple of days in Lausanne, we made our way over the Alps to the ...
... famous people who have left their hand prints on the main street. We drove a little further to Antibes where we met up with Mum and Dad again. We weren't too impressed with our pitch as it was shaded by trees and our neighbours had hung their pants out to dry from the trees on our side! But once we got set up, the pasta on boil and the wine out we were a little happier. From Antibes we ...
... in the smog of Lima with the beauty of the Andes just a memory.
But what a memory. As I named this whole blog "who'd have thought I'd ever have visited Peru", it was something I never expected to do. I don't expect ever to come back, but who knows? Perhaps Annie will meet the man of her dreams (nightmares?) and stay for ever and then I'll have to come back (to do the other train trip that only goes once a week from Lima to La Oroya ad Huancayo...). None of ...