By now you know, everyone at diablog is somewhat nuts.
To fit in properly, I did a typical American thing. A European tour, the Netherlands, Belgium, Germany, Austria, Tirol, Italy and France in a bit more than a week. You want crazy? We got crazy. Four countries in one day, usually that is reserved for our beloved
Smiles. He does that on a regular basis.
Anyways, it was great fun. It confirmed, I do not like mountains and narrow valleys. I need an overview and the sea. It also confirmed, I do not like the French.
Almost all of them pretend to not speak or understand English. And their prices are plain robbery. Ten Euro for an espresso? You got to be kidding me. 100 Euro for 1,000 km on the highway? Do I want to buy the damn thing?
But the worst was a hotel manager, again claiming not to speak English, also claimed 120 – 107 = 3. When I insisted on getting all my change, he had to consult a calculator. Yeah, right. Never mind that my room had been paid in advance and the whole procedure was a scam anyway.
Yet, I had a tremendous time even in France. Partially because I was allowed to stay in a 11th century fortress:
freshly restored, and refurbished to maximum luxury. The outside of the building isn’t what you would call pretty.
But have a look at one of the bedrooms:
and my bathroom:
One could dance in there. In NYC the whole 800 square feet are sufficient for a 2-bedroom apartment.
The icing on the cake: Not a single French person anywhere. Owners and staff are from all over the world, except France. To quote the wife of the owner:
You cannot get anything done with the French.
I have to admit, I could get used to that lifestyle. Hint to our Croesus, Glynsky, you could rent that place for a diablog meeting.
Enjoy the good things in life,