Sunday morning we woke up really early to pick up our
friends, the Armstrongs, and hopefully go to church. We were going to be in Genova right on time
but then arrived to find the church had moved and we had no idea how to find
it since no one had internet and the address we had was the one on the church website that was obviously incorrect. Lame. Then, Clementine threw up all over
her dress and shoes, so I guess that was a sign that we shouldn’t try to go to
church. We ended up walking through the
old part of the city visiting a church, an old fake pirate ship and eating
really delicious gelato. What a
Sunday. Sounds fun, but I would rather have gone to church in Italy. Then we drove for a few hours to
the French Alps to a town called Bourge D’Oisans to our mountain home. On the way we stopped at a grocery store that had an automated lawnmower that looked like the Roomba for cleaning floors. It was really fun to play with and it freaked out all the kids. I really want one of those for our yard. Why haven't I seen that before? Our house has four bedrooms and four stories. The house is pretty nice but lacks towels,
soap, garbage cans, toilet paper and has really creaky stairs. The
town is very quaint and charming and is within walking distance to the town
center. The most spectacular thing about
this area is how beautiful the mountains are.
Everywhere we go I want to take a photo.
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