In The Land Of Salty Pancakes

Today we visited a tourist haven which has been popular for CENTURIES. Since, well, 1200 a.d. or so.

Mont St. Michel, to be exact!

After an early morning of hauling my lazy self out of bed, experiencing Janda's terrifying driving (he picks his teeth when he drives... less reassuring when semis are coming up on wee french roads.)

Quote Grann... "But he's the best driver in the world, didn't you know?"

We have some name changes in order as well.

Grann is now "Granini" (granny to a Panini)

Shrug has been knighted, and is now Sir Shrugalot.

Pickles has one-uped everyone, and crowned herself. Make way for Queen Pickles!

Sir Shrugalot would also like the world to know how awesome he is. So strong, brave, beautiful, and the way he mangles his Spanish with his budding French is just... Dashing.

Does that pass the test of sisterly love darling brother?

At Mont St. Michel we had a guide called Jessica who was knowledgable, friendly and had the weirdest accents. She was 100% French, but spoke with British, American, New Zealander etc and so forth accents. A real hodge podge. Anyways, got her number, we're soon to be besties.

At lunch, the galette I ordered (a savory sort of crepe) was advertized as a "Salty Pancake." Needless to say, it lived higher than expectations. Lunch was made truly amazing by Doubleoseven's

"et un peu de vin, et deux glaces avec ca." If you don't spreakinzie francais, darling Papa asked for a little red wine, and two ice creams to go along with that.

He meant to say two glasses. :)

Dinner was dominated by conversation and foodish things, most notably the fantastic rosbif, and the ladies bonding over their love of ironing. Ah, to be so preoccupied.

Another convo, for your giggling pleasure.

Queen Pickles: Shrug, stop texting at the table.
Sir S: I'm not on my phone.
Queen P: Well you're either on your phone or playing with yourself. I think you're on your phone.
Sir S: Um awkward. I'm going to go clear the dishes.

Finally, we have a cow whisperer in the family. Previous, Doubleoseven had made his debut talent as a turtle whisperer

(‎(Me and Shrug are putting a baby turtle into the water)
Doubleoseven: How do you know he wants to go into the water?
Shrug: Turtles like water.
(Pause as I place turtle onto a rock)
Doubleoseven: I don't think the turtle likes that rock.
Me: Who are you, the turtle whisperer?
Shrug (whispers): turtles turtles turtles turtles.)

But now he has proven his amazing skill at speaking with cows. They come running at his lowing call, and simply look scared when I let out a voice cracking "meooooo." Perhaps it comes with age.