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| ...huh? |
As soon as I step off the bus that took me into town,
I see this boy who looks like he’s no older than 15 smoking and pushing a baby
carriage. Oh France. Cherbourg is a beautiful city that has colorful buildings
squished together. Behind the city is a huge hill covered in trees with small
houses popping out of them. Very picturesque. I started to become a little
uneasy since I don’t speak a lick of French & my iTranslator on my iPhone
is touring somewhere in Ireland.
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| Monsieur Seagull eating dinner |
What do I do? Follow the sign that says “Office de
tourism.” There I met Frenchman Houvi who told me all sorts of his traveling
experiences in his thick, French accent, but he never got upset at me asking
him to repeat things. Houvi set a Guinness world record in 1995 by tricycling somewhere
for something (I couldn’t catch that part). We parted ways, & since I
couldn’t find a Starbucks in the area for the free wifi, I decided it’s time
for Paris!
The scenery is almost indescribable…plenty of trees,
fields full of horses, & cute homes are flying by while I hang out on the
train for the next 3 hours. I won’t get to Paris until about 9 pm (6 hours
ahead of the US now), so I’m a bit worried about my sleeping arrangements since
I don’t have wifi, but I’m sure I’ll find a hostel nearby. I’ll be spending the
next few days enjoying Paris before my next destination. It just occurred to me
that I haven’t seen a pickup truck since I’ve flown in.
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| Cherbourg, France |
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