Hotel Maeva Le Soukana Bandol

... write her address and draw a map I realized that something was terribly wrong. She drew a map of Corse (Corsca) - a little French island I the Medeterranian. We were headed to Corse, not Italy! The victim of not having an Italian map and too little internet time. Who knew? Propriano certainly sounds Italian to me&#8230;<br><br>We weighed our options: <br>1) continue on and cycle across Corse (2700m altitude ...

NO MARSEILLE for us!!! The captain went by when we had 21 foot waves and winds of 50 gusting to 65. It was sunny but not good enough to dock in Marseille, so on to Barcelona we go. In spite of it, we had a great relaxing day and i had a 3 hour nap this afternoon. Naps are totally not my thing but apparently i was exhausted from our whirlwind schedule. Anyway, nothing exciting. We have seen numerous people in arm slings and just ran into a woman in a ...

... believe our luck. It was so nice. Still, warm and crystal clear water on sandy beaches. We had a quick swim but knew we had to leave to get to Avignon on time. We then decided that if we found a campsite that was open we would stay. The first 2 we came to were closed and we were sad...but around at st clair beach one was open! Woo hoo!!!! 2 very happy girls. That night we played in the sand like kids ...

... s how. From there I simply validate my account and I&#8217;m part of a network which allows me free access from many different parts of France. But I don&#8217;t understand; I still need a router and signal coming from this hotel. Why do I even need this network? And where&#8217;s my little blue ball down there? I ask too many questions. Sometimes it&#8217;s better just to take what&#8217;s given and be grateful. That ...

... where the man needs two women to scrub him down, rinse him off, then&#8230; hmmm, it&#8217;s starting to sound better. Every time I think of a bidet, I think of Henry Miller&#8217;s Tropic.<br><br>My hotel apparently even has a language test, which I barely passed. First she tells me she has no room, and then changes her mind when I inquire about the next day. The only problem is Internet. WiFi is not standard in anything less than $100/night and no ...

... simply because you are foreign, do not tolerate it. Take your arm, extend it, and push him back behind you or off to the side. If he attempts to break the line again (and he will), repeat as necessary along with loud English. Eventually he will see you are not a pushover tourist.<br><br>(2) If you approach a service desk and the clerk ignores you, wait about 60 seconds. He or she might be busy (highly doubtful but possible). If ...

... at home in Paris. <br><br>This diversity is definitely a gold mine for my culinary needs but for my travel needs today I will admit I was looking for something a little more French. I will be in the Middle East soon enough and I didn't spend 6 Euros on Ryanair to get here for nothing! I figured that France had to lie just beyong the city limits and I set out to find it.<br><br>We went to the train station and on our third attempt found a ticket person who was ...

... village that looks over the Bandol region. A walled city that is really neat. Lots of shops and eateries. On our way out of Le Castellet we discover another Bandol vineyard called Domaine Ott. We stop, taste, and buy another rose' ***Note to everyone, if your only experience with a rose' is white zinfandel, then please, please, please go to a wine shop and find a rose' from Provence. You will easily change your mind about ...

... and diahrraoea (excuse the spelling, but who does know how to spell it anyway...) which was a downer for them on their holidays. After three weeks I had settled in fine and the french had marginally improved (non, je ne veux pas jouer Uno encore. 15 fois, ça suffit.)They were going for their annual boat trip, this year along the French and Italian riviera and I had a week off to do some exploring, in time to return a week later.

... that of fountains and bronze statues. Sven loved playing in, near, and around the fountains. Luckily we anticipated the need for a change of clothes. Behind the Palais thingy is a large garden that contained a children's playground. We didn't realize this at first, until we walked around the structure. By the time we found it, it was getting close to dinner time, but we couldn't pass up the chance to let Sven play on another unusual French ...