//day two, part one — Miss day one? Check out my arrival in France post here.
The first night of sleep was awful. I never really understood jet lag until this moment. Waking up at 12:45 AM in France time, unable to fall back asleep until 2AM…. at 8:30 in the morning I was still dragging, but was more than excited to get my day started. I am sure this tiredness will work itself out in a day or two.
Before arriving in France I had pre-arranged the breakfast at the B&B I was staying at out of convenience. I wished I had not done that upon waking up. So unfortunately, I spent 17 euro on a tiny yogurt, mini coffee and a chocolate croissant. All good, but not worth the 17 euro. Maybe if I would have gorged on all the other offerings…. oh well, lesson learned.
Time to get on the road. I hopped into my car and headed out toward the small hilltop village Goult. I had about a 45 minute drive down a beautiful country road with views like this while on my way there:
I loved the round-a-bouts. We could really use these in the U.S. What a quick and efficient way to travel.
I ended up traveling through a little town called Coustellet, where I stopped at a Supermarket and loaded up on water for the week. I knew I would not have access to large stores for the remainder of the week so I wanted to make sure I had everything I needed before continuing on.
Arriving in Goult, the first thing I noticed was how the village had ample parking and there were not many people. I was definitely here before the busy tourism season started. If you know me, you know I don’t like big groups or crowds, so this was absolute perfection.
Goult was absolutely beautiful. The architecture was amazing and I loved how wild flowers grew all around the buildings and streets.
Buildings were built right on top of rock formations…
At the top of the village you will find this old windmill and a view down toward the valley below. You’ll also find a bathroom, but I would highly recommend using a cafe bathroom instead. This was my first run-in with a French public bathroom. Although it was not a squat toilet (hole in the ground – which are common), there was no toilet paper, soap, paper towels, anything really. The door didn’t close, let alone lock. It was just a toilet and cold running water. Good thing I read about this and was prepared. For everyone else, always bring toilet paper with you when you’re traveling in France. Stuff it in your pockets. You will need it.
I spent half of the day in Goult before traveling onto my home base for the week (Bonnieux) which will be the feature of my next post in this Provence France travel series.