Two weeks in France went by so fast! Now I am home, jet-lagged, and feeling a little like Cinderella after the ball. No more waking up to fresh pastries for breakfast; no more sunshine and blue skies; no more chateaux. Just gray Seattle welcoming me back with barely a nod.
My friend Robyn and I managed to visit 10 different towns during our 2 weeks, a feat accomplished by the proximity of towns in Normandy that allowed us to visit more than a few per day. We ate Camembert in the town of Camembert, drank Calvados in the shadow of gnarled apple trees, and spotted more cows (in shades of taupe, gold, and crimson) per square meter than I have ever before seen.
This was my second time in Normandy, and I absolutely fell in love again: pastoral, bucolic, peaceful. Such a change from city life! And I love that much of small-town France still closes for lunch from 12-2pm, a reminder to me to relax and enjoy the slow pace of the day. I loved taking a long leisurely lunch, resting my tired feet, enjoying a cafe at the end of each meal. We managed to squeeze so much into each day, but never felt rushed or hurried.
eI will leave you with some pictures from the trip, since they really are the best explanation of a great trip. Merci for reading!