co-20000 bc

There is a whole bed and breakfast culture out there that is basically like staying at your friend's aunt's house. I mean it is literally someone's home with a couple bedrooms that they rent out. We've done this a few times before and did last nite. The upside is that personal touch and you really do get to meet people and see how they live. The downside is worrying if you're arriving too late, awkwardly choosing the room with the double bed ("hi, we're lesbians.") And feeling like you're supposed to make conversation. Anyway that said our hosts were very nice and non intrusive. Of course, where the house was located was confusing and I wound up knocking on a random neighbor's door by accident. Very embarassing. But further shame was yet to come. This morning we headed first for grotte de pech-merle, a site way in the middle of nowhere with prehistoric cave paintings... That is, if you can remain conscious enough to see them. We were warned before the tour began that there were high levels of co2 down in the cave but unless you have a serious heart condition it should be fine. You'll feel a little lightheaded but that will go away. Well the second we got into the grotto I felt lightheaded. Tried to tell myself it would go away but as soon as she closed us in I started to feel dizzy and like I was about to pass out and we had to be taken back up and out of the cave. We got our money back but nothing could give back my pride. How mortifying. I have got to stop this fainting thing. At least in public places. Cindy was very nice about it. She was like, "I got to see one of the paintings. It was cool!". Anyway I am retarded. After that calamity we went to rocmadour, a (thankfully above ground) city that is essentially built into the side of a cliff. We took lots of pics but I am still stuck with the damn bberry so I can't put them up right now. Anyway it was amazing but lots of stairs. At least we are getting our exercise here. (Robynn are you reading this??). Tried to get some lunch but it was like 3 pm and all food had seriously shut down. We had to go into a souvenir store and buy some medieval. "roc-amadour" cake which turned out to be delicious and is made out of some fruit I can't translate but which is apparently full of protein, fiber and vitamins, though it mainly tasted like butter and brown sugar. Yum!! Anyway after that we had to head for arles which was a long but beautiful and scenic drive. It is starting to look more like the southwest than the great plains, funny. Arles however, cindy says feels kinda like Rome. Tiny streets, crazy drivers, and lots of pizzerias. We ate at one, we both got pasta which was a nice change since we were getting sick of french food. Anyway now we're in our hotel which has a strange smell to it and is not my favorite. Cindy would like me to add that we drove over a really big bridge, thus facing one of her phobias though unlike me she did not have to be escorted off. It was a beautiful bridge and the countryside was incredible. And we're tired. Bon soir.