I woke up early but Ed didn’t want to get up. He’s beat and will be so glad to get back to a normal schedule … meaning that he can sleep as long as he wants! Hahahaha! As it turned out, I’m kind of glad that he slept in. I was ready long before our tour was ready, so I took the tender over to Guernsey Island about 9 am and just walked around the small town. It’s a great little town but extremely hilly, which would’ve been a killer for Ed.
They were occupied during WWII by the Germans and there are still hundreds of old bunkers around the island. Before the occupation, in 1940, the citizens of Guernsey sent all of the children 7 and older, plus pregnant women, to Europe for safety reasons. Then when the war was over, around 1945, the Europeans who fostered those children were asked to send them back home to their families. The children, some of whom could barely remember “home,” didn’t want to leave their new families. Needless to say, the foster families had come to love those children and asked if they could adopt them. Many of the children did return to the island of Guernsey but eventually returned to Europe as adults, to resume their foster relationships and to go to university. Some never returned to Guernsey after that. Can you imagine? Almost an entire generation who left the island and wasn’t available to tend the farms with their parents or to continue running the family shops … all because of WWII and the Germans.
I didn’t stay with the entire tour and bugged out about 11:30. It was just too far to walk to go to Castle Cornet and I really wanted to get back to Ed. We came back though to have lunch on the island and so that Ed could see a part of it and to hear what I had learned.
Lunch. It doesn’t seem like a hard thing to have but we had so much trouble just getting lunch on Guernsey! I gave Ed a mini-tour and then we stopped at Albion Tavern. It was just a little hole in the wall kind of place with a great atmosphere. Unfortunately, the service was horrible. We ordered drinks, which we got quickly, but the food took forever! We waited and waited and just finally gave up and decided to go elsewhere. There was another group from the ship who had just ordered. I went over and told them that we were giving up and they were welcome to our meal, when it FINALLY came out. I have no clue if they took advantage of the free meal but I hope they did.
Then we went to The White Hart, right on the waterfront. This is a tourist town so who would’ve thought that they would close their kitchen at 3 pm??? It was only 2 pm for us since we had gone through a time zone change from England. We sat down, reviewed the menu and made our decision. Then a server stopped by our table to tell us the bad news. Geez!!!
Ok, let’s just go back to the ship and eat. We got there about 3:30 and they were just closing down the hot meals section of their buffet. Crap!!! At least the salad bar was open so we didn’t go hungry and we probably ate healthier anyway. Doesn’t mean that I enjoyed it though.
We had dinner at La Fontaine and, for the first time on the trip, we just went to dinner; we didn’t call Stu and Dena first and they didn’t call us. Funny, they seated us at a table for 8, right next to Stu and Dena! One couple was from Fort Meyers, one from Australia, and one from South Africa. It was fascinating to listen to the other couples. The Aussies had gone up the hill to a bunker museum that day. I wish we had known about it but, then again, we probably wouldn’t have walked all the way up the hill anyway. It sounded like a great museum.
After dinner, Stu and Dena went to the Dancing with the Stars dance-off, featuring various people from the ship as the finalists. Ed and I decided to go to the Crow’s Nest instead. It was so peaceful, overlooking St Peter Port, having a drink, and listening to the Piano-Man Lee. What a great way to end the day!