I am no world traveler. In fact I'm very much a homebody. Some days I don't leave the house at all.
But when I was first married to my husband, I followed his career around Europe. The first stop was Geneva, Switzerland. We lived there and took trips to other countries.
On one such trip, we traveled with my sister and her husband. We drove out of Geneva to Lyon then Marseille then across the South of France to Monaco. On the way back we took a motorway that wound in and out of Italy. That day it was getting late and we figured out we had more French Francs than Italian Lira so we had to find a place in France to stay for the night.
These were the days before the Euro and before navigation systems.
We had a map. That was it. I was navigating.
Getting off the motorway, I looked ahead on the map for a town that might have a hotel.
Brille Sur Roya.
It was the next town on this tiny road. So we stopped there. There was a hotel. One. The only one for miles we found out the next day.
Even so, the hosts showed us our rooms asking "Ca va?" (Is it okay?) As if we had any choice in the matter.
We took the rooms. Then walked around the tiny town until dinner at the hotel. Because there was no place else to eat. But dinner was going to cost us 15 dollars a person so we weren't complaining. The town consisted of about 6 buildings. All on one side of the street because the river, Roya, was on the other side.
We had a wonderful dinner. Needless to say.
The point of my story is that you never know what will happen. With a story. With a relationship. With your life.
But that's okay because sometimes you discover something so very unexpected.
Thanks for stopping by today.
Chris Redding lives in New Jersey with her husband, two sons, one dog and three rabbits. She graduated from Penn State with a degree in journalism. When she isn’t writing, she works for her local hospital. Her books are filled with romance, suspense and thrills.