I’ve been MIA on the blog because I was in
Bordeaux the last couple days and loving every second of it. On the first day we started out with lots and lots of coffee and then used Jean as our tour guide to explore the city (Jean is not only my tour guide, but also my GPS, he is very handy to have around). We wandered around a bit and stopped to get a kebab for lunch (not too good) but it all worked out since we all walked out and forgot to pay, so they ended up free instead. Apparently
Bordeaux isn’t as expensive as everyone said it would be. After that we headed off to the waterfront and to see all of the amazing sites of the city. We walked miles for sure and it was great, but my “dogs were barking” and I needed a drink come about
2pm. We met up with some of Jean’s friends and hit up the market to get some beer and wine to take back to the water. Everyone in
Bordeaux seemed to love drinking in the open (even though it’s not legal) and we attracted a pretty big crowd of booze hounds. We had the weirdest mix of people but we all had the love of drinking in common and that’s all that mattered. I couldn’t understand a word of what anyone was saying though, so I just enjoyed my surroundings and threw in a French word every once in awhile. With lots of help I am finally speaking some French. I’m sure I sound terrible and everyone thinks I have some thick accent but I’m getting there. After loads of drinking, Andrew, Katy and myself hopped the tram back to our hostel to freshen up for the night. When we got back to the rest of the guys at the water, the group had grown to a bunch of wasted homeless looking people, playing the drums extremely poorly. As soon as two sketchy guys started fighting over the booze, it was time to get dinner. We ended up at a Chinese buffet and it was heaven. Not what I expected to be eating in
Bordeaux but it was a good change from duck, cheese and bread. I felt like I had a 5 month old in my belly by the end and you better believe I got my euros worth of food. The extra weight just made my feet hurt even worse. Towards the end of the night I was getting piggy-back rides back to the hostel. In the morning we met up with an Aussie that we had met the night before at the hostel and headed off to meet up with Jean to plan out the day ahead of us. We were completely shocked when we were told it was too early to order wine, it was already
10am and we were in wine country. I didn’t realize people stopped drinking wine out here. I watch Philippe chug at least a couple glasses every morning at
8am. Oh well, we could wait if we had to. We were ambitious and decided to visit at least 6 wineries for the day, but after calling them all, no one could take us but 1. That wouldn’t be until later, so we headed off to the market for what I thought would be a basic picnic in the park and turned into an outrageous feast. We bought wine, cheese, bread, duck, pork, strawberries, chocolate and way too much more. After lunch we hopped the tram to get to the winery that appeared to be close…we were almost an hour late and had to walk about 2 miles in the heat with blisters from the day before. The vineyard was awesome but we only got to try 1 wine and after the trek we made, that just wasn’t enough. Thank the lord we passed a bar on the way so we could stop and get a drink and some roadies for the train. We stood out extra bad speaking in English and drinking out of plastic bags, but it was the only cure for my aching feet. Our train left at
8pm to return home and was delayed of course, so by the time we hit our stop all I wanted to do was fall asleep. However, I get to hop in the driver’s seat and attempt to find the way home on random country roads that have zero street lights. It took forever and I made far too many wrong turns and nearly flew off the one lane roads when cars shot out of nowhere, but I guess I am a better driver because of it and I am also a champ at swearing in French now as well. I’m learning more every day out here. It was a fantastic visit though and I will for sure be back to
Bordeaux before I leave St. Michel.