I picked up Mom at the airport this afternoon. She lives in Wyoming, which is not the easiest place to get to—though, you can get there from here—and I miss her a lot. It’s so good to see her again. We spent the rest of the afternoon getting caught up, and she did her best to photograph and love on her grand-kitty.
Two days from now we leave on a late afternoon/overnight flight to Paris and from there to Marseille and Aix-en-Provence. I’ve kept this trip low-key here on the site, but inside I’ve been very excited. It’s what I thought about while riding all last autumn, over the winter, and into this spring and summer (when I wasn’t stressing about how I was going to do on my next triathlon).
Because we committed to the trip almost a full year ago, it’s taken quite a while to feel like it’s actually going to happen. Once Labor Day came around, though, it seemed imminent, and now I feel like I’m behind in my packing and planning. Fortunately, this bicycle expedition has been planned by other people. I just have to show up, eat chocolate croissants and crêpes, look at the beautiful landscapes and ruins, eat delicious Provençal food, and get on my bike and ride. Here are some details of the trip:
- We’re starting a few days early in Aix-en-Provence, a city with a crap-load of fountains.
- Then we’re going to bicycle around Provence and the Alpilles for six days, going to the towns of St.-Remy, Arles, Les Baux, and Avignon.
- One of our excursions takes us to the Pont du Gard, a first century CE Roman aqueduct that seems wicked awesome.
- And before returning to Boston (on the 28th) we’ll spend a few days in Paris.
Consider me excited!
(Oh, and by the way, go see “The Guard.” It’s fantastic. I want to come back in another life as Sgt. Gerry Boyle.)