Talking English

Wednesday 19

And what shall I have for breakfast this morning? Oh, that's right (remember sister?) steak and eggs. There is something extremely satisfying about cooking one of your favorite meals at the campground.

After a leisurely morning, we head back to the city and locate the train station. Always a good idea to get your bearings. We get information about the train schedules to Calais for our return by ferry to England.

We are hard pressed to find anyplace that has wi-fi. It seems very strange, and a few inquiries of people on the street accomplish little. A trip to the tourist center reveals one just a few blocks away. In fact, it is called The Web Cafe (although their wi-fi is down right now, we can use the bank of computers).

We walk in, and as always, there is the requisite exchange of, “Bonjours.” A tall man recognizes our accents and asks if we are American. He then proceeds to speak in English and tells us that his name is Steve, and he is helping the owner who is ill. He is obviously starved for English as he spends the next thirty minutes talking our ears off! He is a very nice man, but thankfully, he has an appointment to get to and must leave.

We spend some time on the Internet checking campgrounds near Dover as we will arrive very late in the afternoon. We plan to take the train to Calais, then cross the channel by ferry.

Later in the day, as we head for the campground, we shift gears and decide to stay here an additional night so we can take the train to Paris tomorrow, ride around, have dinner and return in the evening. More shopping in the village for food, cooking dinner at the campground and then to bed before our trip to Paris tomorrow.