Grenoble

Luck seems to be on our side.....
we found our way slowly into the huge moutain town of Grenoble. The buildings look as though they belong in Paris but with a look of The Sound Of Music with the wonderful Alp moutains as a backdrop. Yesterday we did a nice stroll up a mountain side to the Bastille,up up up for 45 mins, wasn't too bad.
After we dragged ourselves back to the hotel room for a little reward of the beginning of the Tour de France. But as it was all in french Anna got a little bored so she and Shannon took advantage of the strategic placement of the hotel (right in the middle of Centre Ville) and they went shopping.... 2 hours and 5 outfits later they were famished and ready to regain lost calories. Now,since the very first french meal Steve had been dreaming of a good ol rice and beans meal....Coming into Grenoble we spotted a El Tex Mex restaurant which didn't look too bad (atleast a step up from McDs) so we bustled ourselves over to try Mexican food in France.Unluckily for our waitress Steve was in a "cute" mood.....and she was new so we full heartedly broke her into dealing with onboxious Amercians who felt like being Texans for a night.
Let's replay the scenario...
Our meal began something like this... Our waLuck seems to be on our side.....
we found our way slowly into the huge moutain town of Grenoble. The buildings look as though they belong in Paris but with a look of The Sound Of Music with the wonderful Alp moutains as a backdrop. Yesterday we did a nice stroll up a mountain side to the Bastille,up up up for 45 mins, wasn't too bad.
After we dragged ourselves back to the hotel room for a little reward of the beginning of the Tour de France. But as it was all in french Anna got a little bored so she and Shannon took advantage of the strategic placement of the hotel (right in the middle of Centre Ville) and they went shopping.... 2 hours and 5 outfits later they were famished and ready to regain lost calories. Now,since the very first french meal Steve haLuck seems to be on our side.....
we found our way slowly into the huge moutain town of Grenoble. The buildings look as though they belong in Paris but with a look of The Sound Of Music with the wonderful Alp moutains as a backdrop. Yesterday we did a nice stroll up a mountain side to the Bastille,up up up for 45 mins, wasn't too bad.
After we dragged ourselves back to the hotel room for a little reward of the beginning of the Tour de France. But as it was all in french Anna got a little bored so she and Shannon took advantage of the strategic placement of the hotel (right in the middle of Centre Ville) and they went shopping.... 2 hours and 5 outfits later they were famished and ready to regain lost calories. Now,since the very first french meal Steve had been dreaming of a good ol rice and beans meal....Coming into Grenoble we spotted a El Tex Mex restaurant which didn't look too bad (atleast a step up from McDs) so we bustled ourselves over to try Mexican food in France.Unluckily for our waitress Steve was in a "cute" mood.....and she was new so we full heartedly broke her into dealing with onboxious Amercians who felt like being Texans for a night.d been dreaming of a good ol rice and beans meal....Coming into Grenoble we spotted a El Tex Mex restaurant which didn't look too bad (atleast a step up from McDs) so we bustled ourselves over to try Mexican food in France.Unluckily for our waitress Steve was in a "cute" mood.....and she was new so we full heartedly broke her into dealing with onboxious Amercians who felt like being Texans for a night.itress asked if we would like apertif and Steve loudly yells WE'RE FROM TEXAS!! Cara, Shannon, and Anna cover their eyes in embarassment while laughing behind their hands. It was worth bringing Steve to see the wide eyed look on our verrrry French waitress' face. The meal then continued smoothly in a very NOT smoothly way...
After we recieved our menus and were DONE ordering our drinks Steve sees the decorative beer bottles in the cabinet beside our table. He proceeds to ask for one of these and "IS IT COLD??" in the midst of Shannon attempting to translate while Steve's yelling and Anna's laughing and the restaurant is being terribly noisy. We only THEN learn that these are merely decorative and Steve is thus left very disappointed. His spirits did rise enough, however, to....
"SHANNON TELL OUR WAITRESS THAT GEORGE BUSH IS FROM TEXAS" (since ever since the letdown of the "decorative" beer, he had been audibly wondering WHY they'd willingly open such a Texas-style restaurant if the French knew where our good old George Bush originated. This question (and relunctant translation from Shannon) was once again answered with a look and a laugh as she was trying to humor us. Apparently she knew. Thnkfully we left without harming anymore quiet french minds.
We got home and slept and then today Steve wants to drive the route of the Tour from Grenoble to Courcheval, with less than half a tank of gas and it being sunday, no gas stations open......Tonight we sleep in Val d'isere, hopefully......