Chalet Hotel Hermitage Paccard Chamonix

... pots de pillulles ouvert dans le fond de mon sac et de ne pas découvrir tout les objets que j'ai perdu. De poser mon linge ailleurs que dans mon sac de le ranger. J'ai finalement de nouveaux un chez moi, quoique temporaire, c'est toujours un peu rassurant, mais aussi comme un enchainement. Fini le vagabondage, de filer au gré des vents et des impulsions. Mais on a tous besoin d'argents et je suis pas encore près à manger des racines et ...

Destination 405

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Not entirely shure, if I spend my last day in a foreign country, I head towards north. A stopover at Novi Ligure provides me finally the opportunity to send a notification to all family and friends about my remaining itinerary before return back home. The date has been fixed to the 29.
The ride up to Vercelly in the low lands was not that exciting like the sighting of the mountain of Mont Blanc in the far. Since my ...

... out from lack of oxygen I was able to gather myself and enjoy some really amazing views along with a packed lunch. After the mountain trek we went into the small ski town and enjoyed some of our "favorite brewage and enjoyed the surroundings" (per request of prof. Delmar).

Heading to Rome and Barcelona next week, another post should follow shortly after.

We're approaching the final week of this "bi-mester." The work load is getting steadily heavier and I combat it by ...

... worn out.



Friday


< br>Friday turned out to be a
****** day and the clouds were hanging in the mountains just above
the city buildings, so therefore I knew that sightseeing would be
wasted effort. I got up lazily and went down to the reception to
read the International Herald Tribune and around noon headed downtown
to see what was happening. I did some shopping (it had to be dreary
out for me to do some shopping) and then was getting hungry ...

... was somewhat harrowing, driving a stick shift and
using the GPS as my sole way of finding my way around. I would have
been literally lost without it. Finally out of Geneva and on the
highway on my way to France and Chamonix and up into the Alps.




It took about an hour to get
to Chamonix and upon arrival I checked into the hotel, within walking
distance of the city center. I was tired so I unpacked and then
started taking a nap until about 2:30 ...

... half bottle of wine at dinner, so realistically, we barely drank anything. I told them we had 1 glass of wine each at dinner ( to make things simple), but they still made Jon blow into this gimmicky balloon and it showed that Jon was over the 0.025 limit. That kind of freaked us out, because we had no idea that the limit was a lot more strict in France. So they say that Jon needs to go back to the station with them to do a real ...

... is non existant if you're in the clouds the entire time. The sun came out though and we did see a lot (although still not the Mont Blanc who was playing shy, I wonder if Kristen believed me that the Mont Blanc was right there, in front of us): le Grand Couloir, les Grandes Jorasses, les Drus etc. We saw two people on the Grand Couloir, climbing that ice wall. They had left probably around 3-4 am and I couldn't even imagine what it must have been up there. We ...

... tell that the mountain is majestic. After driving for awhile, the mist cleared and beautiful views were right in our face....I can't help snapping away while larry is driving. On this route, we need to pay toll charges but not too expensive. When we arrive in Chamonix, there was a weekend market going on and locals were busy buying groceries. The roads that enter into Chamonix is small and after a few rounds, we found our ...

... or "Aaah, look at that!" at least a thousand times. Surprisingly, many of the pictures that I took through the windshield or my passenger window actually worked out quite well. Our first stop was Yvoire, France. Lynn pointed out the border crossing to us in her car, but the boys had no clue that the little hut between the two lanes of traffic a while back was the border control. Not much of an immigration issue here. The gated old village had ...

... however I'm a bit nervous now about refalling. And, what do I do, approximately 20 minutes later? Refall. The same way, on the same knee. This time, it didn't feel okay. I couldn't put weight on it without searing pain. Awesome! I was bummed because it was so darn beautiful out, and I really didn't want to leave the mountain. Ryan was kind enough to ski while holding my skis while I trudged down the remainder of the slope. We came across a pretty steep area where ...