Growing up, I had never heard of a hostel. Perhaps I had seen it in writing, but I’m sure the word nerd in me figured it was just someone misspelling “hotel.”
Someone once described boating to me as driving around in circles and waving to people you don’t know.
There’s a certain je ne sais quoi about visiting a tourist town during the off-season. Roaming the empty streets, it feels as if the place is yours for the taking. Today, my grandma and I wandered around the village of Lake George for a few hours and it was wonderful.
Allons-y: French for ‘let’s go.’
Sometimes a day out in a small town with family is all ya need.