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Travel Blogs from Moustiers Sainte-Marie
Why hello all you lovely people.
just posting a quick post!
As most of you know the next au pair is here, Brittany. Its been just over a week since she has been here. More about her later....
Basically. I got a glimpse of what it will be like when I leave.
Mondays I don't pick up Laura from school so tonight Laura and Nicole came home and I heard Brittany talking with Laura about school and if she has homework ...
... to be 13 hours, so we planned to spend a night in a service area before the Spanish border.
All went according to plan on the first day apart from being able to fill up with gas. We had heard there were fewer garages that had gas facilities in Spain so I pulled into the first one I saw in France. I had bought European gas fittings for the tank but they didn’t fit. We were a bit concerned as we were ...
"In going to talk to the Chef. And when I say chef I mean...I'm going to the toilet."
When i was little my dad told me he broke his nose and he would show us how his nose would crack when he moved it and i believed him for years. Turns out it was this trick where he just clicked his nail on his teeth to pretend to "crack" his nose. Well now that i know the secret i tell kids all the time. I told laura and while we were watching ...
... him around and he met some of my friends here, it was great! To continue the festivities Andrea came to visit the very next week for 10 days!
This house was very busy and full of people between July and August!
But the summer! oooooh, I wish I could go back to the summer. Long warm summer days. Lounging by the pool. We'd eat breakfast, lunch and dinner outside. It was light until 9:30 PM. One of the best summers i've experienced in my short life!
... The autumn leaves making a spectrum of colour from green, yellow orange and red, falling around us like snow flakes. In the distance we began to see a faint mountain range draped by haziness. The more we rode, the more they would materialise and the more of them there were.
There is something very humbling to be at the bottom of these mountains, we felt so insignificant as they were so remarkable. We rode in silence for the first time in a long time. We were ...