The next few days after Bruges really consisted of making our way to the farm in Normandy, so we stopped off at a few more Airbnb’s to get there as cheaply as possible. Admittedly, these days were really hard for me. I was (and continue to be at times) very stressed and anxious about how we were going to get to places on time, when we needed to be there for, how we were going to get there and so on. I would highly recommend Airbnb to anyone wanting to experience a different kind of travel, but it is insanely panicking when you; 1. Can’t find the house 2. Can’t speak the same language very well as the person renting it and therefore end up feeling very lost and disconnected and 3. Have no idea what the people you are staying with will be like, or what the area will be like and therefore have a meltdown when it’s 7.00 PM at night and your GPS has taken you to the ‘address’, which just so happens to be an unlit one way road underneath a bridge. (Yes, that did happen) Yes everyone, this is the part where we ended up knocking on strangers doors expecting it to be our place to stay, and a 60 year old French guy answers the door without a shirt and you pray to GOD this isn’t really the address. (Thank god, it wasn’t) So as you can imagine, pretty stressful. Especially when all the information you can trade between yourself and the poor French couple you have just disturbed is ‘ are you Thierry?!’ and ‘Excuse moi, merci’. Despite my fears, I can laugh about this now, however as you can imagine, at the time, I really bloody wasn’t. I’m not really selling Airbnb right now and I’m not about to for a while yet, as the next place we stayed ended up being even more obscure. Saint Lo is not much to see, but it was a stop off before the Farm, and therefore we needed the rest, I won’t go on too much, but let’s just say that we ended up sleeping to the sound of a construction site, some questionable noises from the next door neighbours, our Airbnb host’s 2 hour loud speaker phonecalls (at 11.30PM) and a bed that broke 2 hours after we got there. At least it’s a story to tell the grandkids eh?
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