Friday, May 1, 2009

Hugs and kisses

We will be home soon.

One last French breakfast

Our host family: John Luke and Juliette Glycines. He is French, she is German, born in Paris. Look closely and you can see their baby in a stroller with sunglasses and a hat.

Leaving France, from the air you can see the patchwork of green and yellow fields. The yellow fields are shockingly brilliant when driving. They are used to make canola oil.

The shores of Ireland.

Walking through the pastures....
When we were in Dublin before, walking to the bus stop, a horse came running down the road with the traffic. Rick headed it off. It crossed the other lane of traffic, where I headed it off. Rick walked up to it and grabbed the halter. Rachel went to call the police to inform them of an animal on the run. The police never showed so we turned it loose into the college field nearby. The day before we had seen two men walking their horses down the sidewalks of downtown. Interesting horse ways around here. Look at the daft horse legs.

Notra Dame




This is the Ritz Hotel where Diana stayed the night before she died. I remember seeing pictures of the hotel on the tv.

The Napoleon Monument just outside the door of the Ritz Hotel.

Full circle

Back again, for the parts we missed.

The traffic, the buses,

The people.... This is inside the Louve. Since we were here on Sunday last time, we didn't get to go through it. The very back is a stairway. The black parts are people on the stairway coming down and up. Hundreds, thousands, millions....
More people, people, people.

One person, seven lynx.

Bern Temple





The hostel where we stayed next to the temple.

Lucern Switwerland

Lucern is a lake city near the center of Switzerland. We went to the markets along the port, bought cheese and the best fresh apple juice...

Mark Twain described this as the saddest piece of rock in the world. It is a lion cut into granite. You can see a person's umbrella (blue) to see how big it is.

New friends...

Switzerland

Auf Wiedersehen to Germany. Bienvenue, Benvenuti, Bienvenidos, Wilkommen to Switzerland.

Driving though the Alps is breathtaking. You can see the peaks are in the clouds. Fortunately it was a good day so we could see. There were waterfalls, lakes, and green everywhere. Clear up on top of the hills, in a clearing, you would see a home and wonder how they even got up there.

Each village has a church. They are clustered though out the countryside.

This is a Swiss home. They are huge. Part of it is the home, the barn is attached with an entrance on one or two levels, a business may be included. Many of the yards are lined with nicely cut stacks of firewood. I'm sure they use it.