A France Road Trip

This time last year I was finishing up my summer travels and promised myself I would be back in France this summer to visit friends and explore small towns for a possible investment/vacation property in the central part of France that I love so much.

Previously when I described the landscape and weather in this region of France, I told people that it reminded me of the interior of BC with a mix of orchards and farmland, valleys and rivers. It just so happened that I added an Ontario visit to the top of the trip and after spending a couple days driving from Toronto to Stratford and back, I was reminded that the southern area of Ontario is much more similar to the central area of France.

With a mix of both dramatic and calm weather, in the first four days I experienced +28 degree weather without wind nor a single cloud in the sky, followed by a sudden and powerful thunderstorm with wind that blew leaves and raindrops sideways, and then a weekend of crisp and bright sun-shiny mornings and grey and drizzly afternoons.

When I arrived at my first bed and breakfast in the Loire Valley, I was greeted by my hosts Virginie and Michel, and shown to my sweet bedroom on the second floor of a charming house surrounded by trees and farmland.

My hosts offered both breakfast and dinner for a small additional charge and with the plan of relaxing all weekend and not going very far, I happily took that offer. Breakfast was a full table worth of breads and croissants and brioche with several jams, jellies, honey, and nut spreads, as well as several local cheeses, plus orange juice, coffee, and fresh fruit.

A small part of one large breakfast

Dinner was similar to what the family ate but served in three courses at my own table off to the side of the kitchen like a small exclusive restaurant. I enjoyed local specialties of stuffed puff pastry, potato galettes, and local cheeses and meats, all cooked by Virginie with many ingredients she gathered from her garden (or with eggs from her chickens!).

An absolute highlight was a hazelnut and walnut cake that she made using nuts she picked off their own trees, then shelled and chopped to make this rich and dense, soft and chewy cake with dark chocolate melted on top. Divine!

Decadent homemade hazelnut and walnut cake.

The pool was perfection for an early afternoon swim on that first day before the storm clouds rolled overhead and the wind picked up. By dinner time we had closed all the shutters and the early fallen autumn leaves were being whipped against the house as lightning arced across the sky.

A pool with an accordion hard shell cover! (Oh yeah, and a hot tub too)
I sure do love this colour.

Part of the fun of being in these small places and the fact that with modern technology our airbnb messages are automatically translated means that the result is me conversing with people who assume I understand French completely… and because I like the challenge it was like being dropped in the deep end of French class.

One of the fun conversations during my first weekend in France was getting into a full conversation with my hosts about the book Le Petit Prince, and how it was a favourite in their household. As a highschool student it had also been the first French novel I ever read. Since I had also worked on a world premiere musical version of the story I was even able to share some photos from our production.

Set & Costumes design by Bretta Gerecke, Projection & Video design by Sean Nieuwenhuis, and Lighting design by Michael Walton
Sarah Caraher as The Little Prince, Louise Pitre as The Snake, and Adam Brazier as The Pilot

It was a lovely connection and lots of fun to practice my French in a shared interest we all hold so dear.

The original plan for the trip was to look at some properties in and around the town where I first fell in love with the idea of living in countryside France, while staying with the folks I knew in the area. Due to timing/life things, it looked like staying in one place/area for the entire two weeks was looking less and less likely.

A couple of rainy days that first weekend allowed for me to sit by the window enjoying lots of tea and madeleines and planning out where I might explore following the few days with friends. With a 2 week car rental I knew there was great flexibility to where I could go. I decided to look up unique hotels and creative airbnbs.

The plate of local cheeses that was all mine during my stay. 😍

I also had always wanted to check out Andorra, a small country bordering France and Spain along the Pyrenees mountains and with incredible hiking and a famous spa in the capital city.

And so the combo of “unique airbnbs” and “tiny hotels” search began, to best map out a route to and from Andorra without requiring full driving days.

As the road trip truly began I first stopped in and explored the city of Chateauroux with beautiful churches, stunning public gardens and river pathways, with modern shops and businesses in the core.

The public gardens were remarkably quiet aside from some city workers trimming trees and mowing lawns, and the flowers and winding pathways were exceptional to wander through, full of vibrant colours and the hum of late season worker honeybees enjoying the heck out of them.

I continued on winding country roads often covered with arching tree branches, surrounded by farmland and fields in various shades of gold. I’m not a big road trip person but have to admit I was enamoured by the scenic drives throughout the trip and expansive skies similar to Alberta with often spectacular displays of clouds.

The next stop was Montmorillon and the views along the river and bridges did not disappoint as usual. It was an even quieter city than I had experienced before as apparently the summer had been wildly busy so many shops and restaurants took extended vacation for the entire month of September.

After climbing up to the top of the Statue de la Vierge for the view, I was able to pick a dozen fresh figs right off a tree nearby and got to enjoy them down by the river as curious ducks swam by and side-eyed my sweet snacks.

The rain began again on the next leg and I had a brief though entirely charming delay due to a farmer and his dog moving a herd of damp looking sheep across the road from one pasture to another, and the skies cleared just as I arrived in L’Isle Jourdain, feeling at home again right away.

A little grocery shop followed by a snack in the shade was a gentle introduction back into this beautiful place, with the church bells tolling the hour of the day.

Similar to one of my favourite previous trip photos, I will always love this view. The town seems to be even quieter than before but overall looks the same.

And on the flip side, after walking the long path across to the viaduct in the top of the photo, the reverse view is as such:

I got to spend a few days at my lovely friend Joanne’s bed and breakfast (with the most comfortable bed EVER!), and went exploring for possible vacation properties with my friend and real estate agent Andy.

(“Most comfortable bed ever” seen above)

A couple of dinners with these friends made it feel like no time had passed, though there were some changes to the local towns and areas, with new businesses in a few places, or old business up for sale or closing. The countryside in Europe is definitely an entrepreneurial paradise with nothing but possibility for new shops, new restaurants or cafes, or unique business or trades.

Incredible pizza at Chez Phillipe

After I left Joanne’s, I headed southwest and arrived in Grenade, about an hour outside of Toulouse, at an airbnb called “The Poolhouse” that lived up to its name and then some. The property felt like the yard of a luxury hotel with pristine landscaping and framed by tall palm trees and what felt like my own private pool.

A lovely stop (and both an evening *and* morning swim!! 😍) on my way to Andorra!

But that’s for the next post. 😎

Stopover adventures in Belgium!

A day in Brussels! Huzzah!

Well, an afternoon, to be more precise.

4 hours in Brussels! Huzzah! 😄


When I found out I had a long layover in Brussels I asked friends for advice on how to spend the time. I was given a list of must-sees/dos in the city, and I decided I would see what I could accomplish in an afternoon.


I couldn’t very well just hang out in the Brussels airport for 5 hours straight when I’ve never been to the city of Brussels before, now could I?

To make sure I wasn’t being crazy reckless leaving the airport, I asked the Brussels-Air staff at the information desk what time I needed to be back for my connecting flight from Brussels to Olbia, Sardinia. I had almost exactly 5 hours between landing and takeoff, and they said that I shouldn’t catch the train back any later than 5:00pm for my 6:10pm flight.
It was a simple purchases of a return train ticket costing about €15 (cheaper than a ticket one-way to the Lyon airport from Gare Part Dieu), and took 16 minutes (almost  exactly). I know, because I timed my whole afternoon. Just for fun. To see how long it took to reach all the “must-see” suggestions I was given.
At 1pm I jumped on the very busy train and it wasn’t until my ticket was being checked that I second-guessed myself and was worried I was heading in the wrong direction.  I casually asked the train agent if I was on the right train to head to the centre of town and without missing a beat he shook his head and said no.
I used every bit of energy to stay cool and calm in the moment and asked him how to turn around and fix my mistake (now that we had already spent 8 minutes zooming quickly away from the airport.) 
He then burst out laughing and said I was fine and could get off in two stops at the correct station. He proceeded to chat up and laugh with several of the passengers as he went through the train car speaking easily in English, French, and Dutch. 

In 16 minutes:

I had arrived at the second stop from the airport: Bruxelles-Centre.

I stepped outside and immediately noticed the architecture here is absolutely beautiful, with new and modern sleek glass buildings slowly filling the horizon beyond the old ornate silhouettes.


(This place is a shopper’s dream.)

At 21 minutes:

I had purchased my first Belgian waffle and chatted with the girl working the stand to get directions of where to go.


At 26 minutes:

I had eaten my first piece of Belgian chocolate, a sample offered at one of the dozens of chocolate shops I came across today. (And for the record it was a speculoos/almond filled drop of deliciousness 😁). 


It seems you can’t even trip in the centre part of town without falling into a chocolate shop. 🙂


As I walked into the centre square I was blown away by all the gold detail on the buildings. It was absolutely gorgeous, and it was immediately apparent there was a festival on! 


I could hear drumming and came around the corner to the main market square with a full jaw-drop reaction to the beauty of this place. 


These drums!! Feniks Taiko is a group of 7 people (3 men, 4 women), dressed in black with gold sashes, and playing huge Japanese Taiko drums with absolute delighted fury. It was powerful and mesmerizing!


I’m not going to lie – all plans do any exploring flew right out the window as I stood there for the better part of an hour watching them perform.  


This girl! So happy!

At 1 hour and 19 minutes:

I bought fries, on recommendation that I “must try them in Brussels”. They were right, and the fries were excellent! (I walked back with them to the market square and watched more of the drumming performance.)


It was at 1 hour and 49 minutes that I bought my first ever Belgian beer. And if you know me, you know I don’t drink beer. The closest I have ever got is drinking cider. This was real beer. Yes, it had fruit in it, but it was beer. Floris Kriek, to be exact. 
And served to me by a man with a pink elephant for a hat. 

And it was delicious.

2 hours and 15 minutes:

I went to see the statue of Mannekin Pis, and honestly don’t  understand the big draw, but it was a very busy corner fountain with people snapping selfies and group shots and silly photos of the tiny figure (currently dressed in a kimono). So I took a picture of them. 🙂

2 hours and 25 minutes:

I tried some traditional chocolate truffles at Leonidas Chocolates, and purchased some chocolate for souvenirs. Whether they make it home is another story… 😳😁

Chocolate chocolate, everywhere. And also lots of fancy candy.



I went into a couple of beautiful old churches (because, of course I did, that’s what I do ☺️), and enjoyed checking out some comic book stores and souvenir shops.




After that I enjoyed more drumming (they were still going!) in the main square, followed by regional music and dancing…


3 hours in: I bought a couple of postcards, stamps, and got them all ready to mail, even! (Let’s not dwell on the fact I then forgot to mail them and will possibly have to send them from Paris….)


Okay, so there’s a chance I had  another waffle… This time with chocolate.😊
On my way back to the train station I came across a street spray paint artist and found a gallery filled with vibrant French art and even ended up chatting with one of the artists for a bit (un peu en français 😁), before heading back to the airport.



I got to the station at 4:45 and with my luck the train arrived just as I got down the stairs. At 5:01 I was back at the airport. The security was extra thorough between the train and the airport so I’m glad I left extra time, and I even had time for an iced coffee before my flight. 
Voila! I spent a day in Brussels, participated in a festival, watched live music, ate waffles and chocolate and fries and drank beer, went to see Mannekin Pis, checked out the local shops and churches, and made it back to my second flight of the day without a hitch!! Huzzah!