Travel Fatigue
The inevitable has happened: travel fatigue officially set in a few days ago. Six weeks away is a long bloody time. Just comprehending that has been an experience in and of itself.
We drove from our last place, near Najac, to near Biarritz on Saturday, where we’re staying in an old mill of some sort. The house was built in the 1500’s and is right on a small river. The mill itself has been decomissioned — the damn broken in half, the platform over the river turned into a patio — but you can still make out some hints of how it once worked. For instance, the tracks that gates slid up and down in to control the flow of water are still there if you climb down and take a look.
The house is very damp. This is either because the house is built over a river or because of the incredibly humid weather, or (probably) both. The first night here the floor and walls were wet to the touch and the bed sheets were moist. Kind of yucky. The dampness on top of the clostrophobic humidity and the long drive on Saturday add up to some tired and cranky peeps.
Cranky is of course the last thing I want to be experiencing right now. I’ve decided to take the perspective that we have less than a week left here and this is really such a gorgeous country that I need to cherish these last few days.
I don’t anticipate that being too difficult :) The weather is improving tomorrow and we’re going to be spending a day on the beach building sand castles and watching the surfers. My daughter wants to try boogie boarding, which has me day dreaming about her hitting the waves on the Oregon coast, wearing a wet suit of course.
