Slept in and took a walk on the beach waiting for my clothes to dry (I wash every 2 days). However, they did not dry so I used the hairdryer on my kit, wore my hot pink bikini top instead of a sports bra, hung my socks on my handle bar, and wrapped the rest of my clothes in my rain jacket to dry later.
Today's ride rapped over sand dunes, through small towns, and across vineyards. I think my GPS is angry with me. It flew off my bike yesterday and today it's taking me on round-about streets, up steep hills, and on tiny sidewalk-like roads, but I'm learning to embrace it. A woman came out her house wearing a dress, messy hair, and smoking a cigarette to cheer me on. Others clap and yell "Le Tour!" when I pass by.
French biking tip: vineyards provide great privacy when using the bathroom. Not like you need privacy -- most cars don't drive through the grape vines, it isn't so direct.
I'm having trouble with the "eating" portion of my trip. I'm sick of bread and my muscles need protein. Realized I better drink milk after riding, so I searched for a grocery store after entering Blaye, but everything is closed for the holiday. I then went to the bar and had milk with the bar tender, who discussed women's soccer in poor English. She invited me back tonight for dancing and friend clams.
Blaye is darling -- my favorite town so far. There's a huge pre-Renaissance fort that is hosting a horse jumping competition this weekend. I rode right to it -- it's where the GPS took me. Everyone was out and about, but it wasn't too touristy. After exploring the city I headed to my hotel about 3 miles outside of Blaye. It's a mother-daughter owned and run bed and breakfast sitting on a vineyard. It's beautiful -- the wind, light, and sounds of the birds and leaves are the best part. No cars, no air conditioner, no white noise, just nature.
In celebration of Bastille day I treated myself to a 3 course meal and wine tasting at the hotel restaurant (the mom cooks, daughter serves). I am feeling free.
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2 comments:
Diane -- Your blog is wonderful! If you did not know it already, the Italians call sunflowers, girasole -- i.e. they turn with the sun. It's the most beautiful flower name I know. But beware that those flowers may only be facing east in the morning!! Stick to your angry GPS. -Bo
soooo what is friend clams...... :)
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