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Travel Blogs from Lourdes
Les Étoiles de Pau sont trés beau
... intrigued by the riders/horses that can jump higher than any of us can only dream of doing someday).
At the end of saturday the group was ready to go to the hotel and have a siesta. Dr Relav took me to my 2-star hotel where the receptionist was extremely pompous and quite rude. Apparently that place was the **** (I mean, the bathroom was conveniently arranged so you can use the toilet, brush your teeth, and wash your feet at the same time. However, breakfast was ...
Cushings Disease a le Casino? Mais oui.
... was no where to be found except at a garage far, far away. So of course we got lost. Charlotte thought it would be funny if I asked some teenagers for directions to the Casino in English, so I did. It wasn't funny, it was hilarious. The poor kids trying to help us did not understand why were were laughing so hard, until Charlotte blew our cover and told them that no, we were not infact American tourists (or at least one of us ...
Bonnie and Clyde -simples!
I have always thought that the ideal accessory when out walking alone is either a dog or small child; here however, it appears to be a box of figs. I bought a box from one of the old couples in the market and was walking back to the car with it, when I was accosted by a lady who wanted to know what I was going to do with them. Jam and chutney I told her. A discussion then ensued around what to serve the chutney with and before I knew it a crowd had gathered and there ...
The Pyrenees
... the summit we took the funicular back down and went into Lourdes for lunch. Seonaid had mussels in beer and cream and I had the warm goat’s cheese salad. Yummy!
We then took a slow stroll down to the Tourist Information Centre to meet our guide for the tour.
There were a total of 4 people on the tour; us and a French couple. Why they had booked on the English speaking tour and not the French one I’ll never know ...
Cock-a-doodle do or cock-a-doodle don"t
... the most of the good weather and getting a second cut of hay off the fields. The field next to the chicken run was cut the other day and when it came to baling, there was quite a din from the chickens as the baler went past. Stefan said he could just imagine the hens looking in astonishment at the machine and then seeing it 'lay ‘ a bale and thinking" Sacrebleu! I bet that hurt!"
I enjoyed going back to Cardiff and being at the engagement party ...