A lot of adventures, a lot of mishaps, a lot of gelato
From Switzerland we drove through the countryside to the city of Avignon, located in Southern France.
Avignon is this beautiful, old, historical Southern French town. We only stopped overnight to give our bus driver a break on the way to Barcelona, but it was such a charming little town and I am glad that we got to see it.
First we went on a walking tour of the town and explored the Palais de Papes (Palace of the Popes) and its surrounding gardens, which were very beautiful. The bridge also provided views of the River Rhone and either produce or grape fields right by the lake.
I imagine on a normal day that Avignon is quite a relaxing, tranquil town. However we were lucky that the one day we were there was during the Avignon Arts Festival, so it was brimming with activity! There were street performances, dancers, people in costumes, artists, musicians and so much more. It was really interesting and really fun, I had a great time walking around and checking out everything there was to see.
After exploring the town we went to a supermarket and bought everything needed for a delicious, authentic French picnic. This means cheeses, meats, to die for baguettes, olives and of course, wine! We had our super amazing French picnic right by the River Rhone. After we indulged in some French gelato, which I must say, although not Italian, was still pretty yummy. Plus I had cactus flavour, I didn’t even know you could make a cactus into gelato, so that was fun to discover.
We then walked back to our campsite across the bridge and I had a wow moment witnessing bright pink lightning shoot across the sky right before a huge storm started. It was seriously amazing to see, although my photo does not really do it justice at all.
At this point it had been about 10 days since I got the stitch in my foot, and I still had not found an open doctors office or pharmacy who could get it out for me. My foot had started swelling and getting really sore at this point so I was starting to get worried. We were sharing our room that night in Avignon with two girls from South Australia, and one of them happened to be a nurse who offered to take out my stitch. HALLELUJAH! I then spent the next thirty minutes having my foot poked and prodded at, without anaesthetic I will add, to get the damn stitch out. I felt so bad for her, as she could tell I was in pain and trying not to let it show.
After all this time it was finally out and I would have jumped with joy, except, well, in my condition that was pretty impossible. So thank you so much Lauren, you are my hero and I owe you big time! But in my defence, she did say it was the hardest stitch she has ever taken out.
So for a quiet town, Avignon ended up being pretty eventful.