Angers

Angers our haven. Angers, we can sleep here. We use a kitchen. We have a full bathroom. We have English-speaking Taryn and Bryan. We have a computer filled with American tv. And we have an endless supply of red wine. Angers.

This stop has been much different than our others. The city is small, so our usual morning-till-night touring was all accomplished in about two hours yesterday. Our theme for the past several days has been 'rest' instead of 'lets go'. And it's been gravy.

In fact, it's shortly after 4 and I just woke up from a nap, which has become a daily ritual for me here. Sarah is still sleeping.

I'll admit that we were feeling the burn of constant travel by the time we got to Paris. Sleepless nights in crowded hostels had started to add up. But now we're in Angers, an intermission to our European travels.

Life is good here. We've been eating well, and drinking better. Last night we made a Thanksgiving feast, one week late but who cares. We eat cheese meals too, and baguettes a plenty. But tonight we're going to pretend we're home. Burgers.

-Dave