Brittany

Petite virée en Bretagne...

This is my very first time going to France solo-dolo. It's exciting, nerve-racking, and scary at the same time. While I'm adventuring, I'll be staying with a host family and their baby. My main goal is to teach them conversational English before I leave. ...

... my life.  So, my inner snob warmed at the thought of being able to get a "real" Breton sailors shirt from Brittany.  Imagined conversation #1 "I love the shirt" random stranger "Thanks" me, demurely "Where did you get it?" stranger persists ...

... small overage. It provided us with entertainment for most of the day. After returning the car we headed to a small town in Brittany called Plobannalec. That is where one of Guillaume's Aunts who is also his Godmother lives. Brittany, because it's close to ...

... headed to St. Brieuc (we later discovered it is pronounced 'St. Broo' because it has roots in the native language of Brittany) ... and after calling Francois to come find us in the town hall near the huge cathedral (there is no huge cathedral in St. ...

... just does not seem adequate enough to express the gratitude I feel for the kindness shown us while we were in beautiful Brittany. I hope that I have the opportunity to entertain them on their next visit to Australia to return the experience. THANKS ...