This ain't no flyover country

As I suspected, after sleeping for three hours, I started waking up every hour. The alarm was set for 4:45, but when I looked at the time, and it was 4:40–just get up Britta. I was showered and dressed and ready to go by 5:15, but I waited until 5:20 to go down stairs. I asked reception where to get the shuttle, and it was parked in the circle out front. I went out to stand in the fresh air until the driver came, knowing I would be cooped up for many hours to come. I think I

Amy and I had most of the day today. She has no school on Wednesdays and I didn’t need to leave for Lyon until 3-3:30. I thought we had a plan to get breakfast and then checkout. Amy thought the opposite. Instead of being a smart person and leaving the car in the free garage, I got the car out so we could load our bags and then we had to find another place to park. We ended up back at Adelaide for breakfast. Their omelettes and ginger shots are sooo good. I tried a beet latt

As mentioned previously, today I was planning to hike part of the Chemin de Stevenson trail. This came about when the writer Robert Louis Stevenson was staying in France for his health. He met an America woman, Fanny Van de Grift, who was estranged from her husband in the US. they became lovers, but then she returned to the US leaving him heart broken. Some stories suggest she told him to take a hike, and that is what he did. The entire walk is 120 miles through the mountain