At 5pm on May 25th, 2014 our ferry pulled away from the dock in Cherbourg and our five month adventure in France was over.
And we’re back for the second installment of the series 24 Hours in Barcelona!
“España 140km”, the sign said as we drove down the highway from our temporary home in Pezenas. 140km?! That’s nothing, I thought.
We are currently calling a small town outside of Narbonne home. The village of Moussan has a population of just over 1,000 souls and you are most likely to be woken by the squawking of chickens or the rumble of tractors
Before I left Ottawa and moved to Liverpool I had never really thought much about wind. It isn’t really a factor in Ottawa, a landlocked city hundreds of miles from both oceans and the Great Lakes. Every so often the city is besieged by a storm that brings with it winds, sometimes small tornadoes as …
It was with heavy hearts that we packed up the car and closed the front door for the final time in Pézenas. We were only there for 60 days but it had quickly begun to feel like home.
When you travel as much as we do, you learn to temper your expectations of places. Guidebooks and websites invariably embellish, waxing poetic about all of the good stuff while failing to mention any of the negatives.
When you walk the streets of France you are being watched.
There are many things that are confusing to me here in France, like why women’s washrooms never have paper and how French people can eat so much wine, cheese and bread and not all be morbidly obese.
Today we took a drive to the nearby town of Caux, only ten minutes away from Pezenas. The town is the absolute definition of a sleepy French village, with not a single shop open on this wintry Thursday afternoon.