Who knows when you will be able to read this. Computer problems continue -- and not just with me -- others in our group are unable to connect either. The hotel says, “You must contact L’Orange” (as in Grey Goose L’Orange, which I wish I had right now.) L’Orange says, “No...you must contact zee hotel!”
Merde!
Well, I’ll make notes for now and post it when I can.
I am, quite literally, at the top of the world. I cannot imagine being any higher without wearing an oxygen mask or being in a space capsule. I can see mountain peaks in every direction -- including Mont Blanc -- and the valleys are exquisite. I’ve tried taking photographs, but of course they don’t do justice to the magnificence.
I am seated on the terrace of a restaurant, having cafe au lait -- how they built a restaurant -- or for that matter a road -- up here is anybody’s guess. This was Brad’s idea -- he said, “Meet me at the restaurant at the top” but I can’t imagine that he will arrive for a few more days. I don’t care how many times he’s done Mt. Evans -- this is about ten times as tall, I’d bet. I’ll drive back down in a few hours and see how far he’s made it and insist he get it the car so I can take him directly to a hospital. Oops. Here he comes now. What a stud! To check out what he just did:
http://www.sblanchard.us/2007France/chatillon.htm
Our hotel is elegant -- we had a waiter take our photo last night, next to the pool with Lake Annecy in the background, surrounded by mountain peaks. Again, there isn’t a camera anywhere that could capture the majesty of the place.
After a wonderful dinner (I won’t go into detail, in deference to my Weight Watchers’ friends who would probably like to ring my neck) we went back to our beautiful (if “cozy”) room. This is where it gets interesting. The French, for all their innovation and creativity, have given the world innumerable wonderful inventions, but apparently they have not heard of the simple window screen. This means, of course, if you want “air” in your room (which you most assuredly do, when it is 90 degrees out, as it was yesterday) you must leave your window wide open. This, of course, means you are exposed to “nature,” which as all of you know, isn’t my favorite thing. (My motto: “Nature? Who needs it!”) Last night, “nature” took the form of a yellow jacket the size of a bird. Honestly, if this thing decided to attack you it wouldn’t just sting you, it would surely bite your head off. It was terrifying to watch it fly around the room -- slowly, as though casing the joint -- and I wondered how long it would be before it swooped down and made a nest in my ear.
I naturally suggested to Brad that he get the thing the hell out of the room.
His response was, “Let’s turn out the light. It will fly back out,” and sure enough, it did. I find it hard to read in the dark, however, so we went to sleep. Thanks to those of you who have sent messages. I’m not always able to respond -- actual connect time is rare -- but I love reading them.
P.S. to my WW buddies...weigh-in in 3 hours! More later...:-)
I'm so glad to read that you did not, in fact, have a yellow jacket nesting in your ear. Mostly because I can't think of one outfit that it would compliment.
ReplyDeleteI'm excited to hear about how you're balancing your wonderful vacation with a healthy lifestyle. After all, I really want to come over to your place to hear you play on THE baby grand. :) Remember - Marie and Barb are supplying the wine.
Be safe,
Anne
oh, oh, and Kyle and I will bring the cheese. And none of that low fat crap!
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