Yes, I will get back the title of this blog later, but first catching up.
We left Naples Tuesday morning and flew through London and on to the Isle of Jersey (technically the Bailiwick of Jersey), one of the Channel Islands off the coast of Normandy, France to visit friends of ours who have a house here.
What a lovely place. Not 50% bigger than Anguilla but with almost 10 times as many people. Cliffs along the northern shore. Adorable little villages. French names, English pubs, and beaches all over. In further contrast to Anguilla where the tides hardly change at all...here the tides are nearly 40 feet. And on the south east side of the island the water can recede almost TWO MILES. So the beaches change every day from big to massive and boats spend their days alternately being lifted by the sea and then left stranded on the dry bottom over and over and over again.
(Sorry, But I have no photos yet. We went out yesterday exploring but we are apparently so relaxed that we didn’t even take the phone with us. So I promise some later.)
Just a few days here and then finally we head home. Michael always wants to start planning our next trip before we finish our current one so the search is on. Coincidentally, amazon offered up a book suggestion to me for the flight over here. So I read a little story called Valencia and Valentine and captured this quote:
“I approached the ticket counter with a sense of accomplishment, knowing I had already completed the part of the journey that keeps most people from making it in the first place. I had decided to go.”
That seemed apropos. The character in the book goes on adventures with her husband where they pick a place out of hat (So to speak) from a bunch of locations that struck their fancy based solely on their unusual names. One of the places they go is Cappadocia...taking a balloon ride above the natural rock formations that look like fairy chimneys. It’s just a brief mention in a long list of crazy places they spontaneously visit.
Meanwhile, on the same short flight, Michael flipped through the British airways magazine and reached over to point out an article about ideas for travel destinations which included one photo and a three short paragraph mention of a place he has never heard of.........Cappadocia. Do I know it?
Hmmmm.......perhaps......seems a bit more likely that I will.
We left Naples Tuesday morning and flew through London and on to the Isle of Jersey (technically the Bailiwick of Jersey), one of the Channel Islands off the coast of Normandy, France to visit friends of ours who have a house here.
What a lovely place. Not 50% bigger than Anguilla but with almost 10 times as many people. Cliffs along the northern shore. Adorable little villages. French names, English pubs, and beaches all over. In further contrast to Anguilla where the tides hardly change at all...here the tides are nearly 40 feet. And on the south east side of the island the water can recede almost TWO MILES. So the beaches change every day from big to massive and boats spend their days alternately being lifted by the sea and then left stranded on the dry bottom over and over and over again.
(Sorry, But I have no photos yet. We went out yesterday exploring but we are apparently so relaxed that we didn’t even take the phone with us. So I promise some later.)
Just a few days here and then finally we head home. Michael always wants to start planning our next trip before we finish our current one so the search is on. Coincidentally, amazon offered up a book suggestion to me for the flight over here. So I read a little story called Valencia and Valentine and captured this quote:
“I approached the ticket counter with a sense of accomplishment, knowing I had already completed the part of the journey that keeps most people from making it in the first place. I had decided to go.”
That seemed apropos. The character in the book goes on adventures with her husband where they pick a place out of hat (So to speak) from a bunch of locations that struck their fancy based solely on their unusual names. One of the places they go is Cappadocia...taking a balloon ride above the natural rock formations that look like fairy chimneys. It’s just a brief mention in a long list of crazy places they spontaneously visit.
Meanwhile, on the same short flight, Michael flipped through the British airways magazine and reached over to point out an article about ideas for travel destinations which included one photo and a three short paragraph mention of a place he has never heard of.........Cappadocia. Do I know it?
Hmmmm.......perhaps......seems a bit more likely that I will.
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