OK, I’ll admit to being a bit thick here, but I really haven’t understand why people liked to travel so much. I never had the inclination when I was younger and when I finally joined the party I was always happiest when I was on my way back home (and only then could look back fondly). And let’s not forget that the longest period I’d ever been away before was for two weeks and my excursions were few and far between. But last night was a bit of an eye-opener for me (plus I was pretty drunk so that always helps to make the experience a good one). Actually the way that reads you might be thinking I’m about to give details of an orgy or something, but I assure you, that is not the case 🙂

No, it was simply a trip to Annecy which is an adorable little town in France that is my new love. Cobble stones, chateaus, 18th century buildings, lake, segways and a tonne of shops – what more could you want? Oh, yeah and a few hip wine bars like the one we propped up the bar at last night. From the cute French waiter who had been surfing at Margaret River to the world weary wine connoisseur who gave us $150 bottles of wine recommendations, I could stand a bit more of this… Well, my midriff might not stand too many nights like last night but the rest of the growth experience is good!

Edit: the B&B where we stayed: http://www.maison-acote.com/uk_home – a contemporary room tucked into an attic in a lovely old building.