The sun! It burns!
May. 24th, 2002 08:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blodeueddDon't worry, my non-update yesterday wasn't caused by my decision to join a convent (though I did share a train compartment with a nun yesterday), nor did I elope with the gorgeous German girl I roomed with in La Rochelle (Bashy, you would have been nothing but a little pile of drool!); I simply got to the hostel too late to use their computer.
Yesterday I climbed to the top of the tour de la Lanterne in La Rochelle, which was used for centuries as a prison and as such has lots of interesting graffiti inside. The view from the top is splendid, too.
Today I put on my trusty bathing suit and braved the frigid waters of the Atlantic... almost. Mostly, I braved the scorching sun of the coast, and I think my sunscreen must be too old because my shoulders burned *even though* that's where I'd slathered it on the thickest. Humph. My face didn't burn, so that's good.
The beaches are marvelous, with huge foam-crested rollers. Beautiful. Such a soothing noise to lull you to sleep... Too bad the hostel is too far from the ocean to hear it.
Tomorrow I leave at 9 for Carcassonne, in all its medieval glory. I hear it's well worth the trip, but I hope it's not so medieval that I can't find an internet cafe to tell you all about it!
I cooked myself my first real meal tonight, I didn't feel like eating another sandwich. So far I've been very good with food; my most expensive meal cost me about 8 euros.
Thanks for your mail, everyone, and keep it coming. I can't reply to you all, but I appreciate it. ^_^
Yesterday I climbed to the top of the tour de la Lanterne in La Rochelle, which was used for centuries as a prison and as such has lots of interesting graffiti inside. The view from the top is splendid, too.
Today I put on my trusty bathing suit and braved the frigid waters of the Atlantic... almost. Mostly, I braved the scorching sun of the coast, and I think my sunscreen must be too old because my shoulders burned *even though* that's where I'd slathered it on the thickest. Humph. My face didn't burn, so that's good.
The beaches are marvelous, with huge foam-crested rollers. Beautiful. Such a soothing noise to lull you to sleep... Too bad the hostel is too far from the ocean to hear it.
Tomorrow I leave at 9 for Carcassonne, in all its medieval glory. I hear it's well worth the trip, but I hope it's not so medieval that I can't find an internet cafe to tell you all about it!
I cooked myself my first real meal tonight, I didn't feel like eating another sandwich. So far I've been very good with food; my most expensive meal cost me about 8 euros.
Thanks for your mail, everyone, and keep it coming. I can't reply to you all, but I appreciate it. ^_^
