Lower Normandy Countryside

Sheep on a Stroll

The definition of a dérive (drift in English), according to Wikipedia, is an unplanned journey through an (urban) landscape on which the subtle aesthetic contours of the surrounding architecture and geography subconsciously direct the travelers, with the ultimate goal of encountering an entirely new and authentic experience.

It describes our way of traveling to perfection. In urban cities the only transportation you need is your own two legs and maybe a bus, tram or metro. In the countryside you need your feet, a bike or a bus schedule. Or a car. Visiting Normandy even for a short stay, renting a car is definitely the way to go. The main providers are located in the city of Caen, just across the street from the railway station. This will allow you to go on little adventures discovery, dérives, that will bring surprises around every corner.

Because in addition to planned sightseeing, isn’t surprise and adventure what takes a vacation from fantastic to spectacular … what sends your memories straight to the stratosphere of unforgettable? Yes!

In Normandy and without opening your trusted travel manuals, a drive through a lush backdrop of winding and narrow country roads will yield a treasure of the unexpected and the only way to prove what it can be like to go outside of the norm,  is simply to show you, through posts in the Dérive section of this blog, what that has been like for us.

Expressed in words though, it is this: lush, beautiful, astounding, breathtaking, pretty, nostalgic, ancient, incredible, imaginative, fun … romantic! And wow!

Our drift conversations always seem to start with that same wonderful word of wonder:

Me: Wow!

Stampson: Wow!

Wow is a word we can count on to always pack a punch. In one colorful intonation, it paints how we feel about what we see.

Then our conversations go something like this:

Me: You know, despite not being terribly religious, I really do love all of these ancient little churches! They are adorable!

Stampson: Well, it’s got nothing to do with them being churches per se … it’s the architecture and the texture of the rocks. I mean … they could be whorehouses!

Sincerely,
PostExpat 

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