Some people I talked to before I went on the trip couldn’t believe I’d pay the $1,400 for a group travel experience when I could have done it on my own for cheaper, but, in reality, traveling with Expat Explore was cheaper for me as a single traveler than on my own. Also, I’m the type of person that hates to travel alone, so paying just to have some company would have been worth it for me. I’m also the type of person who isn’t fond of being in charge of travel plans, so having the logistics mapped out was an invaluable benefit.
And another croissant-filled breakfast! I was still feeling bummed to be leaving Paris so soon, but I’d never been to Belgium and was curious about what we might discover there. Several couples from the tour left the group to stay in Paris, and it was a sad goodbye to them before we headed off.
The breakfast buffet at Ibis Dijon Clemenceau was either exceptionally good, or we were just exceptionally grateful to have a breakfast that was actually edible after our experience in Lucerne. Now that we were in France, my indulgence of choice switched from cappuccinos to croissants. I know croissants have become a French cliche at this point, but these were honestly the best croissants I’ve ever eaten. With some fresh butter and apricot jam, I could live off of eating these things! Heavenly.
It was a great start to the day, and it was about to get better. A four-hour bus ride was the only thing between us and Paris!
I’m not a person that typically eats breakfast, but on a tour like this when your day starts around 6 am and you won’t be eating lunch for another 6-7 hours, you learn pretty quickly to always take advantage of free breakfasts! I haven’t mentioned our breakfasts much in my previous posts because they were all fine — typical European breakfasts with coffee, pastries, meat, fruit, cheese, and sometimes even hot sausages and eggs.
One of the interesting things about Europe, in general, is how blasé everyone around has become to the history surrounding them. This struck me to a lesser degree in Venice, but, coming to Verona, it hit me pretty hard. We passed the Verona Arena, an amphitheater that has been around for 2,000 years, but, you know… no biggie.