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Our "tour de france" is about three weeks shorter, minimal bike activity, and a lot more bread, in all of its many forms. Also, there was a significant amount of cheese. But let's start at the beginning...(also, apologies for not writing anything for a month...sorry?). So, my brother came to visit me in Madrid, and, seeing as he has already seen Madrid, I decided that we needed to go to France...because why not? Under my brilliant plan, we went to Toulouse and Nice. Why not Paris, or Lyon, or Bordeaux? Because I was paying, and I'm working as a teacher. You have to be realistic. So, off we went, on the smallest plane ever. Toulouse, sometimes known as the Pink City, because the buildings are made of pink br
icks, is a sleepy, very nice town. A small city, although Spencer would say "medium-sized" ("Burlington is a small city!"). They are very nice there, especially patient if your French is really basic, and sometime you don't understand at all. But hey, no worries. Our first meal in Toulouse was memorable, mostly because I ordered little tiny squids. Calamari is usually unrecognizeble, since it comes in the shape of rings...these were definitely tiny little squids. And then there were these strange looking mushrooms on my side salad...I popped one in my mouth, and CRUNCH!!!! What seemed to be mushrooms were actually frogs' legs. I know it seems hard to confuse the two, but it happens. They didn't really taste like
anything, and it was really a pain to try to eat them and avoid all the little bones. But whatever. Toulouse, we did a lot of nothing. Very relaxing. Saw some churches, the Natural Science Museum (which was in French...shocking). Then we got on a train, and headed to Nice. I'll spare you the puns. Nice is definitely not Toulouse. Toulouse is a university town, sleepy, calm, homey. Nice is a tourist mecca. A really elaborate, expensive trap, but beautiful all the same. And that's not to say that there aren't little undiscovered pockets of places to eat, zones that are more residential, etc. Like everywhere, you just have to look, and walk. A lot. Also, I want to apologize to all visitors/fellow travellers. I go on vacation, and I just
walk. And walk. And then I sit down for a little bit. But then I walk some more. Witnesses to this are both my parents and my brother, and several friends. But my brother held up fairly well. He's a trooper. Even when I insisted we walk around the harbour to the other side, only to immediately have to walk back. But we did get sno-cones!! And they were delicious. For me, well worth the blisters. But other than Mediterranean death marches, we beached it, we saw some museums, we climbed a fort. Normally southern France things. Then we went back to sweltering Madrid. And pretty much just sweat. Gross, but such is life without A/C. But overall, I think we had a good time. No epic fighting, no swearing, no pushing. Sigh, we're so grown-up!
Our "tour de france" is about three weeks shorter, minimal bike activity, and a lot more bread, in all of its many forms. Also, there was a significant amount of cheese. But let's start at the beginning...(also, apologies for not writing anything for a month...sorry?). So, my brother came to visit me in Madrid, and, seeing as he has already seen Madrid, I decided that we needed to go to France...because why not? Under my brilliant plan, we went to Toulouse and Nice. Why not Paris, or Lyon, or Bordeaux? Because I was paying, and I'm working as a teacher. You have to be realistic. So, off we went, on the smallest plane ever. Toulouse, sometimes known as the Pink City, because the buildings are made of pink br
icks, is a sleepy, very nice town. A small city, although Spencer would say "medium-sized" ("Burlington is a small city!"). They are very nice there, especially patient if your French is really basic, and sometime you don't understand at all. But hey, no worries. Our first meal in Toulouse was memorable, mostly because I ordered little tiny squids. Calamari is usually unrecognizeble, since it comes in the shape of rings...these were definitely tiny little squids. And then there were these strange looking mushrooms on my side salad...I popped one in my mouth, and CRUNCH!!!! What seemed to be mushrooms were actually frogs' legs. I know it seems hard to confuse the two, but it happens. They didn't really taste like
anything, and it was really a pain to try to eat them and avoid all the little bones. But whatever. Toulouse, we did a lot of nothing. Very relaxing. Saw some churches, the Natural Science Museum (which was in French...shocking). Then we got on a train, and headed to Nice. I'll spare you the puns. Nice is definitely not Toulouse. Toulouse is a university town, sleepy, calm, homey. Nice is a tourist mecca. A really elaborate, expensive trap, but beautiful all the same. And that's not to say that there aren't little undiscovered pockets of places to eat, zones that are more residential, etc. Like everywhere, you just have to look, and walk. A lot. Also, I want to apologize to all visitors/fellow travellers. I go on vacation, and I just
walk. And walk. And then I sit down for a little bit. But then I walk some more. Witnesses to this are both my parents and my brother, and several friends. But my brother held up fairly well. He's a trooper. Even when I insisted we walk around the harbour to the other side, only to immediately have to walk back. But we did get sno-cones!! And they were delicious. For me, well worth the blisters. But other than Mediterranean death marches, we beached it, we saw some museums, we climbed a fort. Normally southern France things. Then we went back to sweltering Madrid. And pretty much just sweat. Gross, but such is life without A/C. But overall, I think we had a good time. No epic fighting, no swearing, no pushing. Sigh, we're so grown-up!
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