The Nomad and the King..

Staying at a Guesthouse (or B&B), I feel like a king.
I have my own room! (and my own bathroom). And soap. Shampoo? Wow!

Holy freaking wow there is a free small chocolate wafer To go with the tea you can make yourself.

It's twice the cost of a hostel but there are none in the area of the castle I'm exploring tomorrow - Carreg Cennen. Which has a natural cave you can enter..

And it's still half to a third the cost of a hotel.

The owner says, "A full breakfast is from 7:00 to 9:00, what time would you like to eat?"
I think, breakfast included? That's more than just toast? I love with this place! I do a quick calculation in my head...want to be St Carreg Cennen by 10 so leave at 9 and eat at..8. 7 is too early. In the words of a certain city slicker, "I'm on vacation!"

"8 o'clock please." I say and she hands me my key.

A warm shower breathes life into me. I put on my attire.
I take pictures of my room to show my family when I get back (yeah I'm a dork).

I do a double-take. That's a t.v. In my room. The luxury!
When I realize there's wifi I nearly collapse in joy. (I can plan my France trip), and I'm researching how to say, "May I reserve a bed for three nights?" haha.

A vacation on the fly. Never been attempted before by Paul. Can he finish everything?

I'm scared of France.
The ferry arrives at nearly midnight, and I'll have to find a taxi or bus to a hostel it hotel without knowing an ounce of the language (Je Mapelle Paul notwithstanding) and yeah. I'm scared. But..

Anne Frank is calling me. If I ever start to doubt this adventure I'll remember her house is waiting for me in Amsterdam. To be in the same room she was when she wrote her entries is a feeling I cannot describe, partly because I've never felt it before. I just...have to be there.

Her diary is so rich and well-written it's scary. But more than anything it's human. And it reminds us to be so. A thirteen year old is one of the best authors I've known.. Simple things become beautiful and beautiful things become complex and complex things become simple. A full circle. Who else writes like that? I have to be there..

But for now, I'll enjoy my own bed, listening to radio on the t.v. and figuring out how to translate 'Do you have wifi?' in French.