It is my last night in the French Alps and despite having a great time I am definitely ready to move on. I need to be back in the city, I’m craving some crowds, shopping, bright lights and some adult company and as luck would have it I am heading to Amsterdam on Saturday via Paris for 8 hours tomorrow night.
The last week here was spent doing more hikes. I almost made it to the top of an extremely high peak but my legs simply couldn’t take the almost 90 degree slope anymore, still I saw a small patch of snow so it was worth the pain. We also went to a nearby village called Briancon which is in an old fortress surrounded by what was once a moat. The rest of my time has been spent trying to entertain bored children, swimming, taking a break in the sauna and playing football.
Today however we went to Italy. How great is that, one hour of driving over the winding mountains and we were in another country, another culture, another language. We went to Torino, a large village with the oldest Egyptian museum in the world, the reason the grandparents took us there. After checking out some mummies, coffins and rocks we took a walk round the town. The Italians sure love their plazas, ice cream and of course luxury clothing. Unfortunately I didn’t have the luxury to look at the shops but I did manage to see a dog visiting Chanel. Seems the Italians are just as mad about dogs as the French. After eating a huge chocolate Gelato which was considered the smallest size we headed back to France just before a huge storm sunk in. It is still raining and the clouds are so low I can nearly touch them, a sure sign it is time to move on to a hopefully sunny Amsterdam and then the beach in Dubrovnik. Happy days here I come!!
P.S. Photos to come, internet is too dodgy here to upload due to big towering rocks everywhere I look!
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