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... t work for me so I can&#8216;t search for anything else. Emails to the next helpx family keep getting bounced back. Brian&#8217;s bike is set itself on self-destruction (front fork, and pedals - again!), and he says if something else goes wrong he&#8216;s going home. <br><br>I&#8217;m about ready to cry! <br><br>Thankfully the Dutch campers next to us are playing some very peaceful music and I ...

... were good enough to know what we might like best, so I ordered for both of us &#8211; Marisa showed some serious trust in me considering she was really hungry by this time and REALLY wanted a top notch Provence experience.<br><br>We ended up with the single best meal we had on the trip. The type of meal in which the details will be deeply remembered and used as a measuring stick for all others henceforth. It started out with an amuse bouche (literally "mouth amuser" - an ...

... stayed at The Hotel Amphitheater with 28 rooms. we were on the top floor and there was no elevator. The stairs wound around in a circular fashion. Fortunately we only had to carry the luggage up one time! The hotel was quaint, had free ...

Distance covered: 68 miles<br><br>As we were leisurely packing up our tents I heard a loud shreak which can only be described as a feminine homosexual man being confronted by blood thirsty wolverines. But when I turned to see Alex close to tears due to a stick insect I couldnt help but laugh. Apparently he thought a stick was on his arm and when he went to knock it off it started walking. Although I ...

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... stone villages and towns, and trying not to run over the pilgrims walking to Santiago de Campostella! A selection of Miradoux photos<br><br> <br> <br> <br>

It was a long day on the bus, but we finally made it to Provence. On the way we stopped in Avignon to see the Pope's Palace and then made our way to the Roman Aqueduct. After dinner in Provence, we stumbled upon a crazy street party with a DJ. It was fun experience to dance with the locals and get a feel for the flavor of the town. We are off to Barcelona tomorrow!

... br><br>20 minutes grumbling thunder preceeded a violent storm, force 8+, rain and big hailstones. Dave went out in pants only to save the awning from being blown off!<br><br>Nightingales (rossinol?) sang after the storm, and again in the morning.

... wines and would much prefer a nice brown beer, preferably a Pelforths. As far as I am concerned, wine is for girls and effeminate men. Observation: The bees here are really big. We noticed a large bumblebee buzzing around the garden this afternoon and remarked in wonderment on its size. The lizards are also different; large and green. After two large cans of 7% alcohol beer I am also impressed by the enormous pink elephants near the swimming pool. DAY 12 THU ...

... the outskirts of the villages. Nobody in the Montréal tourist office could tell me if Montreal, Canada was named aft** their small town. "I do not know, but I think so," was the ambiguous answ**. Montréal is a quiet village p**ched on a sharp rising hill. The village was des**ted apart from a group of men playing a leisurely game of pétanque. We stopped to eat a traditional Gascony dinn** at the Chez Jospehine; jamon ham and butt**ed garlic salmon with an ...