Day 2

How exciting is sunlight waking you up at 5:41am? First up were a Les Mills stretch or pilates class followed by scrambled eggs on toast. The eggs are really big, sort of like the size of a big chicken egg. It's very hot and by 9am I better be ready for Colmar. 

Here is the view from the kitchen. I guess fate says we must eat crepes.

We set off on foot for a leisurely boat ride on the local canal, followed by the chance that Betty would never leave Colmar again.

The step from boat to shore was not an easy one, but with the help of many passengers, dry Earth was eventually reached. 

There is a small section of the boat ride through residential areas, so it is a silent zone. Guess when my phone rang?

It was good news. Dentist next week. Please pray that travel insurance pays for this.

Next up was the search for the free bus. It was eventually stumbled upon and 15 minutes later we sped through the predominantly cobbled streets and footpaths back to near our accommodation. 

For those of you wagering on the cake purchases by Annette, I believe today was 3. This has been disputed with the argument that a croissant is not a cake. My verdict is that it came from the same shop that another cake was purchased from. 3 is the winner. (Editor's note: one croissant, 1 cake, one ice cream - it was a very hot day!).

I'm still coming to terms with the fact that Pepsi Max is Pepsi Zero Sucre. Nevertheless, 1.5l was not enough for the 30 degree day, but it sure helped. 

Whilst Betty settled in for an afternoon of movie watching, we headed off to see the sights. The Museum, shops and stuff that the editor will enter here...

The Musée Bartholdi is devoted to Auguste Bartholdi, the creator of the Statue of Liberty, who came from Colmar.

Back home there were naps and fighting to figure out the channels of the TVs.

Spaghetti Bolognaise, a 1km walk and then an 8 km cobblestones run in the heat of the still bright night finished up the day.

Did I mention that there were markets? Coincidence? I think not.

23,218 steps completed. There is no such thing as a relaxing holiday.