Tuesday, July 24, 2018

Things Are Looking Up, Up, Up

Since I wrote a defeatist post about our attempt to watch the Tour de France on Sunday, I wanted to let you know that you shouldn't feel too bad for me.
I got a good night's sleep in my own bed on Sunday after having slept restlessly in an oversized armchair in our Airbnb rental the night before.
Monday morning was fresh and clear so I ran four miles. Then my friend Jules picked me up and we went to the lake and stretched out on the scooped out rock that serves as a lounge chair.
Giggling into our selfie
Our view from our rock chairs of the lake and the mountains surrounding us. 
As I lay there, reading a book, surrounded by mountains and the buzz of cicadas in the trees that fringe the man-made lake, I remembered how lucky I am to be living this life. Jules and I shared a panaché -- a mixture of lemonade and beer -- and waded in the cool water when we got too hot.
Afterwards we drove to Limoux, about 20 minutes away to do some grocery shopping - at my request.
Since we don't have a car, I usually buy things at the market or at the small store in our town, but with Jules driving, I went crazy, filling up my cart and taking over an hour to stock up on things like bananas, lunch meat, "Frosties" (frosted flakes) and sliced bread, along with the big things, a six-pack of milk and a 12-pack of toilet paper.
After doing some work in the afternoon, we walked to Jules and Jack's house for dinner and played euchre, walking home again after 10 p.m. as the sun was setting.
Not a bad day.
And today, this morning, we are driving to watch the Tour de France.
This shows the various routes of the Tour de France this year. 

Even better than watching the Tour finish on a flat road, we are going to the town of Pamiers and climbing 3.5 kilometers up to watch the riders struggle up a mountain.

This is today's route and I circled Pamiers, where we'll be. 
 It isn't a big mountain to the Tour de France riders, a category 4, the levels go up 3, 2, 1 and then HC, which means "Hors Categorie" which means above category, in other words, super hard.
I will not be standing on the side of a dropoff like this. 
Wish us luck and if you're watching, the riders are supposed to arrive at our area around 1:18 p.m. our time, (7:18 a.m. EST) so watch for us, even though I can't convince Earl to wear a Speedo and run alongside the riders.


francetaste.wordpress.com said...

As I write they are heading your way! I hope you get to see them this time. And that you see the caravane!!

Jackie Mc Guinness said...

Nor am I standing anywhere near that drop off!

sillygirl said...

Where is Earl's team spirit? When in France...

Emily Taylor said...

Note for when you're writing your book about this experience or relocating to France, there is definitely some kind of parallel in the long-haul endurance vs. the day-to-day-challenges of the Tour de France riders on the hills.

Jeanie said...

Oh, I hope you take pix of the Tour riders on the hills. You heard about the farmers and the pepper spray, didn't you? I love every second of the Tour but the mountains blow my mind!

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