People always talk of epiphanies and love affairs when they travel, especially to countries of the developing nation variety. And honestly, I have yet to experience that. Not that my travels have been so far flung and exotic, so my anecdotal evidence is a bit lacking, I admit.
It was Rabat that had originally caught my eye, a picture found online and saved to a "Distance Futures" folder. One of those places you dream of going, but never believe it'll actually happen. Well it happened, not Rabat, but Tangier. Also we're the only language, that I've seen, that adds an 's' to the end of city names for whatever reason. What's going on English?
I got to France and immediately planned to leave. This seems to be how I conduct my life.
It turned out to be one of the better decisions I've made so far.
The Tour de France came through Nice on Tuesday and I was lucky enough to get to see some of it.
Truthfully, I know nothing about cycling and very little about the Tour. So, while it was interesting to see, I didn't really get the full impact of it. The cyclists also came by so fast and so infrequently that I ended up thinking more about how much my legs were sweating.
I do know that this guy is kind of a big deal at the moment, though.