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This was our fourth day of skipping a run, since we woke up in Sete and it’s very congested and hilly with no good paths out. Plus, we took a nice long walk in the morning to the fish market,
I’m taking wagers as to how much weight I have gained on the trip. What’s your guess? Day 11 of lots of eating and no access to my home gym or running coach Dean or swimming coach Julyann! We have
So when we decided we wanted to see the tour, my French tutor Isabelle called a recommended hotel near the Tour stage we wanted to see and asked for availability. The person who answered the phone laughed at her. Literally.
If yesterday was Trish’s bad today, today was Trish’s good day. We woke up without an alarm (thank heavens) and drove to Cassis, a town on the Mediterranean that looks a lot like La Jolla. When we first started driving
Trish’s bad day. It started early, with me feeling very sad. I have been having days like this since my mom died—simply weeping. On this vacation everywhere I look there are families, and I keep hearing the words mommy, and
This morning we needed to be down to the dock at 9 am in order to catch the shuttle for the canoeing. So John and I got up early and went for a quick run, then we had a lovely
Yesterday’s trip to Marqueyssac was a real highlight of the trip. We ended up walking for miles through the beautiful manicured grounds of this ancient estate. The gardens and house were perched on the top of a long ridge, affording
This morning John and I had a little jog along the Dordogne. We were just a little tired from our longer, hillier run the day before. So we strolled out into the fog, and ran towards the canoe put-in area.
John and I started the day with what was supposed to be a little jog, but I saw a sign that said “Eglise du Cevenac” and I said “let’s go there.” The sign said 3 km, so that should be