Sunday, August 18
I woke up at 6:00 this morning. I went over to the area where meals are served and drank several cups of coffee waiting for Fabienne and Marc. I finally gave up and came back to my room. It's 9:07 now and I'm hungry, but still no Fabienne in evidence. I may go eat breakfast by myself. I wish I could sleep late, but it never happens any more--one more down side to growing old.

While I drank coffee and waited, I petted a large black dog. The woman who runs this place said that the dog had been abandoned and chose her house. I'm not sure what should happen to people who abandon dogs, but there should be some kind of punishment.

Fabienne is up, and I think I'm going to have breakfast soon.

August 17 - France
I arrived the 12th, and we've been traveling a good deal of the time. Biarritz was our first two nights. Trump arrived for the G7 meeting the same day we left.
We have had lots of wonderful meals, and my friends Fabienne, Marc, and Eugenie are wonderful traveling companions. Eugenie is only nine, but she's the most mature nine I've ever known. Among other things, she eats oysters on the half shell. She's also a very pleasant child to be around.

I can't remember the name of the town where we're staying. I'll ask Fabienne and enter it later. It is probably in the 90s here and rather humid. It's almost 6 p.m. here, but we don't usually eat until later--7:00 or 8:00.

I'll try to enter every day for the rest of the trip.