1,754 Km

Saturday Jan 28th –

A fitful nights sleep was had by all.
Surprisingly for Zoe and I, since we’d slept pretty much the entirety of the day before 😜

We quickly found a bakery where a baguette, strawberry tart and citron tart were purchased for some snacks later on and then a grocery store was stopped at for the required souvenir purchasing Mike and I tend to do in at least one grocery store per trip 😏

Then it was a solid stretch of driving, taking us to our trips purpose, Mont St Michel.

We shuttled from the parking lot to the bridge which is now connecting the island to mainland.

A Disney like spectacle met our eyes.

We paused to eat our sweets and since Mike ate his faster than Zoe and I, he didn’t have the same problem we encountered.

They started to dive at us, coming way to close and squawking in guttural tones 😝
Mike was a help at shooing them away until we finished, but the French seagulls aren’t the friendly type 😏

Up into the town we went, climbing 28 floors worth of stairs by the end of it, according to my phones tracker😜

We walked through church areas, the grand guest hall, the monks monastery, many little corridors and rooms, many stairs, outer walls with lookouts, rooftops with views of ocean surroundings and we were filled with awe at the creation of the island village constructed one building upon another, beginning in the year 708.

We found the fireplaces used to heat the place… when Mike can walk into a fireplace you know it’s a bit large 😳πŸ”₯

A walk through wouldn’t be complete without a stop at the gift shop, so we went there to look through the goodies 😊

As we twirled the postcard rack, I somehow knocked a holder off.
Thankfully the cards stayed in place… Zoe wasn’t so lucky πŸ˜†
I knocked off a clippy part, she knocked down the whole holder.
Causing postcards to rain down on the floor 😜

Mike was not placed with the two most graceful ladies to road trip with, and he made it apparent with his head shakes of disbelief/disapproval fairly often πŸ™ˆπŸ˜œ

We began the walk back to the parking lot, but not before some beach scavenging.

A few shells had been spotted from the bridge during our walk over and I wanted them to come back with us 😏😜🐚

Not many were found πŸ˜”

We left Mont St Michel, happy with our main reason for road tripping.

McDonald’s served as a food source once again and then I don’t know what happened after that because I fell asleep.
Until Mike woke me in Houlgate to check out a different beach in case it was a better shell source.

I wasn’t hoping for much… but how wrong I was😳

Never in my life, have a seen so, many, shells.

I was so overwhelmed that I wasn’t even picking any up, I was just sitting there amidst thousands of shells, not knowing what to do with myself πŸ˜…πŸšπŸ’•

We couldn’t even walk over the beach without stepping on and crushing shells, itΒ felt awful because when is it ever ok to break pretty things? If the sound of it had to have a name?

That is how broken dreams would sound πŸ’”

I managed to fill a bag of shells (while Zoe and Mike walked away with hardly a hand fullπŸ˜‹) and we said goodbye to the beach I probably could have spent years at πŸ˜œπŸšπŸ’•πŸ‘ŒπŸ»

One quick stop at a lookout above the town and then we journeyed on a couple more hours until we stopped for supper in NeuchΓ’tel En Bray.

Mike found a little restaurant with decent reviews and we looked forward to a nice meal.
This time though, trip advisor let us down 😜

The bottom level of the basement/hotel was reserved, so they lead us up some dark stairs, into another little bedroom – turned dining room and sat us up there all alone, in the silent… bedroom 😬😜

Our waitresses couldn’t speak any English so Mike tried to order us each a different dish in hope for at least one good outcome πŸ˜†

One starter was a crusted and baked potato dish which was tasty, the rest were salads, with very spicy mustard vinaigrette 😬

The mains weren’t anything to write home about either, unless you write about disgusting things.

My beef stew was ok, Mikes chicken was covered in an odd tasting sauce, and Zoe’s smelt like manure and tasted like it too πŸ’©

No joke… it was some kind of a meat mix with onions, stuffed in a sausage like casing and covered in a sauce but we have no idea what kind of meat and frankly, we are a little worried about what it could have been 😬

So in the end the food, mixed with the atmosphere made for a better story then meal😏

The espresso was delicious though and so very necessary after a whole day without any coffee😳

Michiel drove us back to Amiens where we then spent the night.

Sunday Jan 29th –

We all slept in, taking our morning slowly and leisurely πŸ‘ŒπŸ»β˜•οΈ

Dropping our suitcases at the car, we went past the bakery I had gotten the delicious meringue at but alas, it was closed πŸ˜”

We walked on and got to a restaurant just in time for lunch.
We again didn’t know what was what really and our waitress again couldn’t speak English 😏
Zoe and I went for the safety of the one word on the menu we could make out, ‘chicken’.
Mike ordered a burger and our chicken was actually a chicken quiche.

All of our meals were tasty and it was a relief😁

One more pass by the cathedral before we left and then the next memorable stop was in Belgium where we got what else?

Belgium waffles.

On we drove through the countryside.
The hours seeming longer and longer… three days is max road trip time for me I think 😜

We got to a point of land where Belgium, Germany and Holland intersect.

Mike made us climb a stupid tower πŸ™„
It was soo windy and Zoe and I aren’t real huge
height fans to begin with soΒ it wasn’t the best experience of the whole road trip 😜

Back down we went.

Quickly looking at the land mark and each standing on a different country at once before heading off, more the ready to be back at the apartment.

Lack of fresh air, muscles being displeased at being in the same seat for hours, boredom etc made up the rest of the journey back.

Which ended with an almost near mishap as Zoe and I exited the car and our legs rebelled at the number of stairs taken throughout the day followed by zero movement in the car.
Creating an interesting combination once we tried to get out of the vehicle 😜

All in all it was an adventurous three days and time (mostly) well spent 😊

Sorry about the picture quality 😬

We traveled 1,754 km in three days, not counting any side routes or extra scenic detours 😏

Special thanks to our fairly patient, slightly loud but ever knowledgeable driver/travel agent πŸ˜‰πŸ’•

Author: jessicapeters95

Hello humans 😊 This is where you learn about me I suppose, though anyone reading this right now most likely knows all the boring details ;) I am Jessica Rose Peters-Hagenouw. (Always thought I'd be able to pronounce my married name but hey, life doesn't go as we plan.) June 11, 1995, tis the day Robert and Bonnie Peters received the most adorable, amazing, wonderful, surprise 3rd child they could have dreamed of. Speaking of being the third child, I have an older brother and an older sister. Both of whom are married and have wee little families of their own, making 'Aunty Jess' another name I go by. I grew up and have lived all of my years up till November 2015 in Saskatchewan, Canada. Making summers that are extremely short and winters that never end, vast open spaces, northern lights, unthinkable amounts of mosquitoes, lakes, forests and people waving to you on the grid road all different things that mean = Home. But Home is not where I'll be for some time. My husband is a Dutchman, living in Europe. Therefore I too have been living in Europe for the last few months. The reason I started this little blog/journal/writing thing, is to document a bit of my "whole new world," for those at home who wont be awake at 3:00 am wanting to hear about how I couldn't find flour at the grocery store. Thanks for stopping by and taking a peek into my little life 😊

5 thoughts on “1,754 Km”

  1. Try Mont Saint Michel with a stroller…dad and hubby carried it up all those steps and all over…
    At the drielandenpunt tower we took the elevator πŸ™‚

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