Paris: Day 25 & 26

Woo. My last weekend in Paris is over!

On Saturday we took a day trip up to Honsfleur, a port city in the North. We had a pit stop to switch to a bus in Trouville. A small town with a happening market, huge beach, and interestingly swedish like architecture. We roamed, perusing the market and exploring the beach. Simply breathing the fresh sea air.

I don't know what it is, but just knowing I am near the beach makes breathing the air even better. I feel instantly rejuvenated. I should live on the beach. Or maybe I would get too used to it.

The bus ride to Honfleur was hilly and filled with large homes overlooking the ocean from the cliff. They also had yards, something I forgot houses had from living in Paris. With the exception of the language and all the flowers, the port area was just like back home where we keep our own boat. It really made me a little homesick. As we walked around, many of the homes were in a neighborhood that reminded me of my own, just small houses, yards, and streets. We roamed a little more after eating at a restaurant whose name translates into "The cat that fishes."

Strange I know.

I didn't eat all my food.

I never do.

I think it is going to eat slow, recognize when you're full, and know when to stop. This, of course, doesn't apply to dessert. I have a separate, unlimited shelf for that.

I think the French find it rude. But that's just because genetics blessed them with smaller bones (well they don't drink much milk anyhow) and higher metabolisms. Every french person I eat with drinks every drop of wine and eats every crumb off their plate.

That's a lot of food when I eat several course meals with them. I mean, back home, I just order appetizers a lot and still don't finish them.

On the train ride back I watched wishfully as the French countryside passed. I wish there was a way to experience it all. Study in Paris, study in rural France, and on the French Riviera.

I want to do it all.

But I guess all you can do is hope the train breaks down and walk for a while - mind the Jack Johnson reference.

I came home and crashed. And rested for up for my last day at Disneyland Paris.

It was a great time and honestly a relaxing one without a lot of rushing. We had already done a lot and simply roamed and watched shows. I traded pins for a friend back home. I have never understood Disney pin trading. I think it is stupid.

Well, I did.

After today, I find it fun and intriguing. I don't think I will ever be a serious collector, but I would love to delve in and look around for things that peak my interest. I found several country bear jamboree pins, despite Paris not having the show.

Crazy!

Well I've got to rest up for an intense week of things I still haven't done.

Much love!