This morning I crossed the channel to France and stopped to eat at the equivalent of a truck stop in the US. It was not my fault. The tour guide picked it.
I know rudimentary French, certainly enough to get by, but when a French person is staring me down across the counter (even if they are smiling) poof! Completely gone…all knowledge, sense, and reason. I am left struggling over how to communicate that I want to have two of the items listed as #3 on the menu. Good grief!
Why am I so intimidated? These are nice people!
It struck me that it has been almost five years since I have had a vacation. I am RUSTY!
The last time I got out of the country was a trip to Switzerland when I was pregnant with my son. I carried a huge backpack and took the trains all over the country… Saint Moritz, Lucerne, Zurich, Geneva, and Zermatt. I climbed to the top of the Klein Matterhorn, where the air is so thin even healthy, non-pregnant people have issues. I ate unpasteurized cheese. I drank lots of coffee. I probably even ate sushi somewhere. I was insane, really.
I have a lot of photos of potties from that trip. When you are pregnant and overseas, that is pretty much all you care about. Where is the next toilet so I don’t pee myself?
The other memorable thing was a Texas themed restaurant in Zermatt that featured horse as an entree. Let me repeat that. Horse. I can assure you, anyone that might be inclined to wonder, Texans do not eat horse. They eat a lot of other crap, but not horse. It is illegal to sell horse for consumption in the US.
Anyway, above is Scorch getting the run down on Kensington Palace from a tourist on a bus tour and then below he is sneaking up on the palace looking to get affection from Prince George (the guards were not amused)…