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Published: February 11th 2009
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Dijon, France
Dijon is a Very Attractive City Dijon to Dole...
We stayed at the B & B Hotel in Dijon, France last night. It was also a bed and breakfast and I liked it very much, feeling I desperately needed another good place to stay. Once more I had plenty of hot water and a kitchen to heat up food. I was greatly pleased about the prospects of more long, hot showers. Becky, who always keeps an eye out for something for me to eat, found a restaurant nearby that served the most delicious beef stew. I can't tell you how wonderful this was for me as it is often some time between good meals due to my diet restrictions. Lastly, our desk clerk spoke English which was a big help. He was the nicest guy and helped us with our questions, directions, as well as allowing me the run of the kitchen for unlimited hot te' - tea, which has become a strategy to help me keep warm in winter time Europe.
As we were guided to stay only one night we left for the bus station pulling our luggage as usual. I am completely withdrawn. I have no energy, no drive and am
Dijon, France
Walking in Downtown Dijon to the Rail Station functioning on autopilot. I am not even nice any more. After realizing we must wait several hours for our train I walk to a nearby park. This more to have some alone time than anything else and in the hopes of something to photograph - a distraction from my misery though it is very cold and my chest cold still lingers. Being in a natural setting at the park calms me and I take pictures in a mood of dark contemplation. I wonder what will become of all this. I have come so far to have this experience and relinquished almost everything I owned to do so and, it would seem, the last of my health as well. Also, many people have helped make this dream happen. Am I still in process, or am I completely lost? I don't really know any longer. I'm not sure I care - or can care.
Dole to Frasne, France to Lausanne...
I am not sensing well or tracking things as I should. I am having trouble remembering information and keep asking Becky to tell me what our next stop is and where we are going next. I have lost track
of time and days and don't know exactly where we are geographically. I know we are to be out of France by the 1st of November. I think that Becky and I are on the same page about this and the place we are suppose to be going. Becky is showing me the map and explaining that we can't get there directly by rail. She is doing her best to stay connected with me and serve our now modified visions. I am withdrawn and having trouble focusing and mentally grasping things she tells me. I think we are going in a direction that will bring us around outside of Geneva when actually we are heading in a more northern route that will not get us there resulting in delays and my realization we are not in France any longer. I "wake up" when I sense the energy doesn't feel right. I discover we have crossed quietly into Switzerland and prematurely so. In this moment of clarity I recognize we are not suppose to be here...
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