-French people LOVE their picnics. It’s interesting when traveling... there are rest areas and picnic tables aplenty along the major roads, but very few little towns with fast-food restaurants like in the States. You stop at a rest area around lunchtime, and you are literally surrounded by people having picnics. Baguettes, cheese, wine, meats, and berets are everywhere! Actually no berets... in 4 months the only people I’ve seen wearing berets are goofy-looking tourists.
-Not only do the French love picnics, but they will literally pull of the road, lay a blanket in the grass, and take a nap.
-The French way of curbing speeding is strange. There are these little radar boxes that check your speed, and if over they take a picture of your license plate and you get a ticket in the mail. Seems like a good idea, until you see the GIANT signs that are a couple hundred meters before every radar box warning you it’s there.
-Telling a British person your son has a “bloody nose” may get you a funny look in return.
-Rural is rural. From the USA to East Africa to France, there are dirt roads, one-lane bridges, and cows that randomly take over the road.
-Cows in France are really big.
-I wanted to take a night picture of Mont Saint Michel, and I had to wait until 10:20pm for it to get dark enough! I’d heard it can be light here till almost midnight in the summer. I’m starting to believe it.
-It’s entirely possible to feel more spiritual depth standing on a beach where thousands of people died than standing in a 1000 yr old church on top of a big rock. The God I know inhabits the hearts of man, not buildings, so I guess this makes sense.
-Saying that a particular region of France is known for its cheese is like saying a particular State is represented by a star on the USA flag.
Hey Grandpa, you think engineering school will take me?