Strawberry and Vanilla Hand

While you all were fast asleep Saturday night, I was living my Sunday. I already know who won the World Cup games today and the sun is beginning to think about setting in the distance (it's somewhere around 9pm), and you, you are just beginning to realize that your Sunday is about half over and lo! it's Father's Day.

My Sunday in Brittany was, thankfully, relaxing; although, we did manage to get lost--twice. And seeing that the second time was on foot, I'd say that is quite a feat. Granted, I was in the right again, because I knew that the road didn't branch back at the recycle bin, but I went back anyway to the "turning point", since I am a good daughter. Actually, I went back to the non-fork in the road simply so I could say, "I told you so!" Ha! The first "lost" happened by car but was quickly remedied by my insistence that we turn around (yes, I am rosily painting my navigating skills here and it is one-sided--so what!?). Sadly, that was just a short trip to the grocer for breakfast basically 2km away from the house. We could've walked...although that probably would have resulted in the same lost-ness.

Eventually, we did get our navigational bearings and headed due North by foot hoping to reach the coastline. I was envisioning an Oregon coast scene with misty shores and an obscured horizon. What I found instead was water equivalent to the Mediterranean and beautiful sandy beaches composed of mostly sanded quartz pebbles. I dipped my toes in the water hoping for that Mediterranean warmth, but nope, it's cold out there in them thar waters. Brr! There were a few reckless French surfers trying to catch these pathetic waves that would make the Oregon coast look like...well, like the Mediterranean.

We returned via a new route and managed to not get lost, returning safely to our cottage. I spent the rest of the afternoon reading and knitting in the Breton sun creating a lovely Neapolitan inspired tan/sunburn on my hands. The red is really strawberry and the white underbelly of my hands and arms are so very vanilla. Ouch. I don't know why I didn't think to bring sunscreen; I guess the sun does shine on the other side of the world too. 

It is indeed a tragic evening what with the sunburn and the terrible fact that we have run out of bread thus ruining the butter to bread ratio. I haven't quite succumbed to eating the butter with a spoon, but I'm telling you this is the whole reason I want my own miniature cow in the backyard. Mmm, real butter...

The sun will be gone soon, and I want to see if I can capture some National Geographic quality shots. 

 I know it's pretty ridiculous to be this connected when I'm 5,000 miles from home, but that's technology for you. Consider yourself part of the virtual journey.