Arrival & Arrival

And because it was so nice, please do the same again... or something similar... but let's start from the beginning!

Actually, I'm not the type who aims for the same destination every year. I prefer to see as much of the world as possible.... but if - as in Brittany - the following points apply, then you have to throw your principles out the window:

a) Good food (very important!) b) the Teewurst can be indulged (Happy Wife / Happy Dog - Happy Life and all that...) c) the blonde has something to look at (the GR 34 - the customs officers' path takes care of that here)

You can do the thing twice. Last time we had about 1800 km of the GR 34 left anyway... for the next times... so off we go.

Perros-Guirec - for all those who didn't read last time - is a good central point for round trips on the GR 34. On the one hand, the small town offers a lot in terms of landscape, and on the other hand, there are many interesting sights in the area (travel times of up to 2 hours).

After the destination was set and the accommodation was booked, the journey had to be planned. However, since 2018 we have shifted our place of residence a bit and the route from Würzburg would be a bit too long with a pure driving time (without a pee break for the Teewurst) of 11 hours. Unless you get doggie diapers. That's why we made a stopover in Mönchengladbach. From there it's 'only' 9.5 hours. So, the alarm clock rang at 3 am on Saturday night (exactly my time...). At 4 o'clock everyone was ready to go and the journey 2.0 could begin. We reached Belgium at 5 o'clock. The land of endless street lights (do the Belgians actually need nuclear power plants for that? Why do highways need to be illuminated at night???) and endless boring to drive. Well, at least the street lights change color from time to time and you know when you are in France (the street lights are gone). However, it is still a long way from the French border (please check travel times in Maps...).

And what begins in France? Correct - the toll booths. Well, something is always... either street lights and nothing to look at or paying every half hour.... but we are familiar with the toll booths by now and know when a ticket comes OUT and when the credit card goes IN (except for one time... then only cash could help... good thing we could scrape together 1 € otherwise half of France would have had to wait for us to find cash in the trunk...).

As luck would have it, we stopped at the same stations as last time (apparently my bladder is perfectly calibrated....). Only this time, due to Corona, the queue in front of the toilets unfortunately escalated completely.... that was a bit too much for me, so Teewurst and I shared a spot (true friendship and all that....). Another obstacle overcome and off we went. After a total of 11 hours of driving and about 1 liter of coffee, we arrived in Perros-Guirec without any traffic jams or further disasters. After a short detour to the beach, we first picked up the keys in the neighboring village.

Afterwards, unloading the car was on the agenda. Our parking space was number 7 in front of the house. Yes... there were parking spaces... but without signs. So, which one is number 7, please??? Counted from the left? Counted from the right??? In Europe, you count and read from left to right, so we decided to park the car accordingly and started unloading. After the second load, a wildly gesticulating elderly Frenchman was standing on the balcony on the 4th floor, apparently trying to tell us that this was not the right parking space. However, the language barrier and the height difference unfortunately did not lead to me understanding which one the right place should be.... Nobody could speak English again and French is not really my thing.... by now an elderly couple in a Jaguar was standing on the street and apparently wanted to park in the parking space we were in.... eventually it turned out that number 6 was our space number 7. (Of course - it's logical... we could have figured that out ourselves....). In the hectic of reparking, unloading and attempting to communicate over 4 floors, half of my wardrobe ended up in the hydrangea bushes in the front yard.... it could only get better.... next time I'll travel with hand luggage.... Once everything was finally settled and the things had found their place in the apartment, a power nap was needed before going shopping.

Shopping with fatigue and hunger is not good, so we decided to go shopping only with hunger (it wasn't the cheapest shopping, but the cheese also wants to be tried.... and another one.... and another one... seemed familiar to me (see entry from 2 years ago...)).

So, the fridge and the wardrobe were filled and one could devote oneself to the pleasant part of the evening. Right! To eating! What should we have? Of course, Crepe Galette! And Cider! (é, è, ê is omitted in this blog...). Despite Corona, things are going relatively well here too. However, masks must also be worn outdoors in the city.

After dinner right by the sea, we had the obligatory cider at home on the couch and then quickly went to bed.

Tomorrow, a little tour in the area is planned, but more on that in the next post.

Until then!