Days 1 and 2 – We Might Be the Loudest People in France

After getting to Paris, we immediately got in the car and drove to a small town on the coast of France called Honfleur. Mom and Dad are in the front seats of the car trying to translate the french signs while my brother and I are sitting in the back seat thinking we are contributing, when really we were just probably making things worse. It wasn’t very hard to find the main road to get to Honfleur and soon we are all just enjoying the scenery of the french countryside.

French Countryside

When we felt like we had the directions down, we ventured off the main road to stop at a grocery store for some snacks. As we enter what seems to be a local grocery store we realize two things, 1) Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING is in French and 2) We are currently the loudest people in the store. Now when my brother and I are together we are generally pretty loud. We go back and fourth between being best friends and worst enemies. It changes on an hourly basis. This particular hour we happened to be best friends, which means we are talking loudly and joking with each other. So here comes our family, talking and joking with each other as we enter the store. Within two minutes we realize that the only sounds in the whole store are our voices. This is really strange because there are at least a dozen other people in the store. We quickly tone down our volume, pick something which we hope is an edible snack, and get back in the car. You know that scene in the movie where everything is still and quiet before the shooting starts? Well that’s the scene we were in. We just felt lucky that machine guns weren’t part of our scenario.

We finally make it to the small port town of Honfleur. Here we enjoy the famously delicious creeps while sitting by the inner harbor of Honfleur. That night we slept at a bed and breakfast. Because this was the first time any of us were getting sleep since our long plane ride to Ireland we all slept a LONG TIME.

Honfleur