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Travel Blogs from Hendaye
Ahh this is the South of France that we had hoped for! A clear blue sky with only the occasional white cloud scudding across . We set out , this time intent on a train journey, to Hendaye, a little town on the French /Spanish border for a day at the beach.
Arriving at the station we purchase our tickets in a hurry noting from the information board that, the train to Hendaye will be a platform two NOW! We dash on glad to have caught it and settle down. As the train moves on, ...
Spanish haciendas that were so popular in Australia in the 70’s (admittedly we
did not travel any further south than Madrid, so maybe they are all there
waiting for us).
We travelled along many minor roads which had two
plusses, we got to see much more of the local villages and we avoided some of
the more ridiculous tolls. Arrived about
lunch time the following day in a seaside resort that looked to all intent as
if someone had come ...
... shopping and little bars. When we were settled in it felt good to cook our own food and stay in one place for a while and have a break from 'travelling.' Luckily we were right near the ocean and in the middle of Biarritz and every day we went for a walk along the rocky cliffs and around town to see what else we could discover. There was sadly no surf for Tom so we had to find other ways to keep entertained. In France baguettes and crepes are eaten very regularly. Our favourite crepes ...
... close James can get to falling asleep before we smash him in the shoulder with something.
I met a very nice couple at the airport in Calgary who happened to be sitting next to me on the plane. They were returning to the UK after living in Canada for the past 10 years. Packing up and starting a new adventure. I like that. Im not sure how Archie managed to sweet talk the stewardess into giving us each a bottle ...
... some underground garage, emerge into a strong sea wind in our face, plain sun reflecting off the white and black tiled sidewalk-street--I doubt from time to time whether we are in the street or on the sidewalk as we glide toward the apartment. We organize ourselves in the four-person elevator, walk up one more flight, the door opens and what do you know...the entire Basque family buzzing around. Names ...