I had written a huge blog page for today but before I could send it I somehow lost it so here we go again.
I have a lot of time to think when I’m driving. No radio distraction (just a voice in my ear telling me to get off at the next exit, etc) so except for times when Henry and Polly get restless and start to whine, I think. First of all the drivers are crazy, especially big trucks. They change lanes on a moment’s notice without an indicators. The (I assume here) old farts who will drive at 15 Kim below the speed limit in the left hand lane with trucks in the right lanes, going up a mountain while blocking traffic for a km. or more because everyone else has to slow down too! It’s enough to make you crazy (er). I also am having issues with the new GPS I bought specifically for this trip. The damn thing can’t seem to find any destination I ask for, and, if I don’t remember to turn it off, it somehow know what my speed is and is incessantly telling me “you’re over the speed limit, you’re over the speed limit” even when I am definitely under the speed limit. It drives me nuts and I find myself saying really mean things to it and cursing at it. I really do have to remind myself that the little fucker is really not a person.
Anyway, we left out last campsite in Spain (Lloret Blau), which was totally forgettable, and crossed into France at 1:00 pm. Immediately after crossing into France I smelled nothing but manure for 10 minutes! It was great. Lots and lots of up and down mountains. We arrived at the new campsite called La Botanic and it is just like the name sounds. In the countryside, very pretty, everything surrounded by trees and meadows. I’m totally psyched because they have a dog park!! I took the dogs in there for awhile tonight but it was getting late. We’ll be back in there tomorrow for sure.
My pitch is great – it’s got huge rocks behind it! Nicely shaded, too. I went to Le Snack for dinner because reception told me they had a special tonight so I thought “what the hell” and got it for my dinner because when you’re in Rome….right? Well, dinner was a salted pancake/crepe, brown, filled with ham and cheese. I can’t say I’d ever order it again but it was filling.
Were only here for one more night then on to our next stop in France, Camping Le Beaux Veze outside Toulon. BTW, the 7 years of French I took in school apparently did not sink in because outside “please” and “thank you” I’ve got nothing.
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