Posted in Food, Nature, Tourist Attraction

Mumbly Grumble

I am feeling all sorts of grumpy and grumbly this morning. Like I woke up on the wrong side of the camper floating in a river going off of a cliff grumpy. If I could kick the sun and not burn my tiny little foot off I would grumpy. Mr. C. Cow, on the other hand, woke up all sorts of chipper and bouncy. I don’t know how he can wake up like that every morning. You would think he would get up at least once in his life and not be so happy.

Oh I’m trying Ms. Sign! I really am!

To combat my mumble grumbles Mr. C. Cow decided to drive me to the most beautiful place he could find for pancakes. I didn’t think his chipper idea of pancakes was going to work but, lo and behold, he found some sort of cheerful cafe that seemed to be blessed by the sun.

(The Skies Open) Ahhhhh….

The sight of this magnificent building combined with the rays of the sun shining down upon it like some sort of sky blessing got rid of my mumbles. I still had my grumbles and those weren’t going to be impressed by light trickery. Mr. C. Cow was going to have to do better than that!

Are…Are Those For…Me??!!??


“You still have the grumbles? Pancakes take away the grumbles!” – Mr. C. Cow presenting me with the perfect pile of pan cakery. 

Not only did Mr. C. find a way to get rid of my mumbles he also got rid of my grumbles. He got rid of the grumpy, the mean eye, AND the need to kick the sun. All with just a plate of pancakes? Nah. It’s not just the pancakes. It’s a friend who drives you to a breakfast joint, buys you breakfast, and tries to cheer your blues away. A friend who puts up with you when you sometimes wake up on the wrong side of the camper and still gives you pancakes.

I don’t know how Mr. C. Cow wakes up every morning all chipper and bouncy. What I do know is that I need to try to learn how to bounce, at least, a little.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

SL Location: Coffee & Cakes (M)

Posted in Road, Tourist Attraction

Beer Wagon

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It’s kinda hard to maneuver a camper down an alleyway let alone a small cobblestone street. Besides the fact that it is extremely narrow you run the risk of running over someones garbage can. While visiting a small, picturesque town we had to park the camper and walk around. I didn’t want to run over any pedestrians, market signs, and those pesky garbage cans.

Mr. C. Cow gets a kick out of shopping in areas that involved cobblestone streets. The “clip clop” sound of hoofs on the ground seem to make him feel ten times mightier than the biggest Clydesdale. I wonder how he would feel if he realized that, as a Clydesdale, he would have to pull a beer wagon around. If he hates hauling a basket of laundry out of a dryer then I don’t think he would want to pull beer around for miles. Drink beer? Yes. Pull beer? No.

I was able to get Mr. C. Cow to stop the clip clop for a moment to sit outside at a cafe table for an afternoon tea break. We watched shoppers with their shopping bags eye items in nearby shop windows. Butterflies flittering around a fountain. The sun wandering in and out of the clouds. A few deer stopped by our table to converse with us about the weather. I think they were more interested in our tea cakes then the state of the atmospheric stuff swirling around. We didn’t want to be rude so we shared our food. Sometimes someone will come up to you and ask for a quarter. Sometimes a herd of deer will ask for dessert. This might be the first time we’ve ever dealt with panhandling deer.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Location: Rue D’Antibes (G)

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High Knee Lift Step

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We’ve been driving for hours now on a dirt path and I’m starting to get a little bit cranky. The only radio station we can seem to get only plays marching band music and my butt cheeks have fallen asleep. It was time to catch a little fresh air, tell my butt to wake up, and try to put on a happy face.

As if the world was trying to give me a friendly hug we, amazingly, came across a beautiful park that offered us coffee, friendly conversation, and no marching bands. We parked right next to the welcome sign and had a lovely conversation with Sid and Zelda the welcome committee birds. Zelda was a bit of a gossip when it came to discussing bird migration stories but Sid was nothing but the perfect gentleman. Or is that “gentlebird”?

There was a small cafe that offered coffee and pastries for the weary traveler. I was actually able to order my “Half Cap Full Latte Side Foam All Foam No Foam Foaming At The Mouth Skim Milk Decaf Mocha Minus The Mocha Put It In A Travel Mug” coffee. It’s been so long since I’ve had one that I was starting to worry that I would never have it again!

I’m really glad that we found this little stop as it sure made me one happy traveler again. As we waved goodbye to the welcoming birds we set on off once again. Hopefully we’ll find a station that doesn’t just play marching band music.

“Tipsy” Cerulean 

Location: Calas Galadhon (M)