Or, as Matt's family calls it 'the cliffs of insanity'. Whatever you call them, they were gorgeous(this is where I took the picture from the post below). It was a really blustery day, and Matt kept climbing into such precarious places I was afraid he was going to be blown away. Luckily for me, he wasn't. What would I have done in France with no translator?
(Oh, I wish I could have done these cliffs justice, maybe when I have time to sort through them for real and do some editing... but these will have to do for now)
(just in case you missed it on fb, my 20 week baby bump. Hopefully soon my belly will be bigger than my hiney...but we all know I will have to be very pregnant for that to happen)
(Oh, I wish I could have done these cliffs justice, maybe when I have time to sort through them for real and do some editing... but these will have to do for now)
(just in case you missed it on fb, my 20 week baby bump. Hopefully soon my belly will be bigger than my hiney...but we all know I will have to be very pregnant for that to happen)
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Matt had us crawling around in bunkers when the tide was out and at night. It was freaky! But wow what a beautiful area. I would like to go back and see more of it. Did he have Moules?
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