Allô, Normandy

Nov 26

In France's northernmost coast, the air is crisp, the grass is vibrantly green, the sand is chalky and the sky is teasing us with the sun's playful hide-and-seek.

Along the winding, stone-lined country roads, nature rises to greet us: sheep, goats, cows, swans, storks, chickens and gulls. Chapel steeples signal our arrival into the town square, and signs for miel, pommes and cidre warm up the views on this cold November day.

There, along the road, we see the horses, hanging out far back by the barn house. With hopes of catching a closer glimpse, I venture out to say, "allô." They return the favor. Before I know it, they're trotting toward me, wide-eyed, wild and free. As they reach the roadside fence, they inspect me. I bend forward to reach for their nose, as they lean right in.

And just like that, I know I'm falling for you, Normandy.

Valeria L. Palmertree

A self-proclaimed dreamer, grammar geek and storyteller with a serious case of wanderlust, I can most often be found somewhere near the water. In addition to beach-combing, my interests include: writing, reading, cooking, dining, listening to live music and taking in the outdoors -- preferably at the same time and in the company of my husband and golden retriever (whom you're likely to meet on these pages along the way).

Originally from Buenos Aires and raised in Miami Beach, I'm fluent in Spanish, Malbecand fútbol. Between the hours of 9 and 5, I'm a communications consultant for travel, tourism and hospitality brands. Additionally, my gig as a freelance writer has given me the opportunity to meet some pretty awesome people along the way. Currently, I'm the copy editor (and a travel contributor) for Electrify magazine. Always the optimist, I believe that connecting with and learning from one another is the surest way to break down barriers and spread some joy. Consider this my virtual olive branch of sorts. <3 xo

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