2015 Tour de France

Here we are in THE France! A trip recently considered and quickly planned. I did not think we would be returning so quickly after our trip last year, but here we are again, and I would have it no other way! This year will be a departure from last year. No jumping from hotel to hotel every day – we will be stationed at the Wrighties villa (that sounded so pretentious, didn’t it?) for most of the week and riding from there to climb and catch 3 stages of the TdF. Right now we are in Toulouse recovering from the 2 hour flight to NYC, 5 hour layover there, then 10 hour flight to Istanbul, 5 our layover there, then 4 hour flight to Toulouse. There is just no getting around it – traveling to Europe from the US is exhausting because it is a LONG WAY.  But we are nothing if not persistent, and not that bright.  Thank goodness we have each other and chocolate!

2015 Ocala Stage Race

These are the days of wonder, and love and transformation, and movement, days of oh so tired, sore and dehydrated, but oh so happy. We’ve worked, sweat, ridden in the hottest sun, and stood under the misty tent commiserating with our fellow riders. It was hard, fun, and glorious. One of us raced, really RACED, and one of us just pedalled. Nobody won or lost – we got to play bikes today.

Lots of rolling hills, horses, cows, goats and donkeys, beautiful horse farms lined with black fence line.  This is a very singular group of people.  The competative cyclist is a rare individual.  Focused, willing to sacrifice, to push and work in the heat and the cold and the wind and the rain, to push through the fatigue, the dehydration, the heat and utter exhaustion, to finish well, to help a teammate end off the front . . . this is the stuff they live for.  To push themselves to the outer limits of endurance and effort, to suffer, to work together with fellow riders until the last minute, to go all out balls to the walls  until that final sprint.

Weekend Bucket List

Caramelized Garlic: This is on the agenda for the weekend! A few heads of garlic, a bit of butter and olive oil, some white wine, and very low heat, for however long it takes. I am thinking this is going to go in EVERYTHING, but to start, some pasta and on crusty bread. YUM! Pictures to follow.
Front Door Transformation: a (very rough) first coat of paint is already on. The knocker has arrived, the handleset is being purchased today. All that’s left is putting it all together. I CAN’T WAIT to see the result!!!
Hang out time with my girl: Maddi’s coming for the weekend! There will be hugging, lot’s of hugging, food, shopping, spa time, and for her, much needed SLEEP, I’m sure.

And of course, a bike ride.


Well, it’s been a bit….. and the big news is – we’ve moved into our vey own place! We are so excited to be nesting together. We love the space, the view, the birds, the garden-to-be, and all the projects to complete!
First in time is the laundry room.
We bought a new washer and dryer, and will be buying a new tankless water heater. Then will come the paint cabinets, sink (from http://www.ecorelicss.com), and a few other touches to make it pretty. I can’t wait!
We had these delusions that we would close and immediately get into this project. What fools we were! We’ve been here over a week and only the washer and dryer are in. Things take so much longer in real life!
In other news, Michael’s daughter and baby boy are now living with us. I had mixed emotions about this at first, but now, I couldn’t imagine them being anywhere else. It is such fun to have a little guy around! He’s the cutest! And we get to see him every day, all of his little faces and noises, and how he grows. Yesterday we took him to church for the first time and left him in the nursery for the service, and he did great! Then I got to hang with him for my shift in the baby rom. BONUS! We love this little guy!


I started this post in April of 2013.  I think it’s time I published it, although I am not exactly sure what I was thinking.

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France, 2014, Part 1.

Twednesday – (Marcredi). Michael is calling the first part of our trip The Longest Day. Long it was! We started by flying out of Jacksonville at 2:30 p.m. on Tuesday.

Leaving Jacksonville


Our flight was scheduled to leave Washington Dulles at 5:30 p.m. but was delayed because of weather until 7:00 p.m. And so we settled into our little airborne cocoons for the 8-hour flight to Geneva. In Dulles we had purchased 2 bottles of wine. We were told that they don’t like you to BYOB and drink on the plane, but we kept it on the down low and two thirsty travelers successfully shared the bottle. Dual success in the area of sleep, however, was not to be shared. My diminutive body is much better suited to cramped space and I was able to actually get in a few solid hours of sleep. Michael, on the other hand, had to settle for precious, yet interrupted pockets of unconsciousness. We awoke to daylight over France, and in an hour or so were on the ground.

We were excited, nervous, and tired. We did discover that we have separate travelling styles when using public transportation. I NEED to make sure we are getting on the right train, and will ask anyone I can find, as many times as it takes, to ensure that I know where I am going. Michael, not so much. He would have just gotten on the train that was sitting there on the track, without verifying where it went; partly because he was so uncomfortable not knowing the language, partly because he is a guy. As it turned out, he was right, we were on our way, and I was relieved.

The train took us from the Geneva airport to the Geneva Central Station. The first part of our plan was to check out Bike Swiss, a bike shop we found on the interweb. At this point we are both extremely tired and spacy, and so it is understandable that Michael, usually the master of direction, took us to the wrong side of the tracks. Train tracks, that is.  We wandered there for a while until we determined that we needed to be on the other side. This would have been no problem to figure out had the information that my phone would have data been reliable. That was not so and as a result we were flying blind, as it were.

So we get to this shop, and it is not much bigger than our bedroom at home. Nevertheless, it had a couple of items of interest, (t-shirt for Michael, leg warmers for me) and better yet, the shopkeeper was a Brit (read – spoke English)! What a relief to be able to converse freely without having to search for words or phrases, and not understand the response, and feel awkward about it.

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Leaving there, we had given up trying to find the next stop, the Patek Phillipe Museum. We just wanted to get to our hotel!  First, lunch must be had, however.  We find a likely spot close to the train station and are successfully seated. I order use pizza, Salad Nicoise, and wine.  Success!  We are quite the international travelers now!

Lunch in Geneva

Next we go back to the Central Station and figure out (ask information) the train to Lausanne on the north bank of Lake Geneva (Lac Leman to the locals) then get on a ferry to take us across the lake to Thonon-Les-Bains, where our hotel is. We almost missed out train – the one that was sitting there for 20 minutes as we waited on the platform for something more likely to come along.

Just another weary traveler waiting on the Train

We realized that this was our train all along at the last minute and hopped on just in time.  This is your classic case of ISGLIATT – it seemed like a good idea at the time – we wanted to see Geneva, to have a lovely boat ride across the lake, and get to our hotel in time to check in, then have a lovely dinner. Train ride, FINE. Get to Lausanne, find the subway to Ouchy (lakeside) VICTORY! Approach the boat ramp with minutes to spare, or so our tickets said. We approached three young sailor-types hanging out at the dock. To my query as to the departure of the boat, their attitude could not have been more insouciant: “the boat is not taking off… maybe in an hour, maybe not.” They were clearly indifferent to our plight and desperation. We were clearly oblivious – at first- of the torrential weather conditions.  It was rainy, extremely windy, and the wave were crashing against the pier and onto the sidewalk.  We took all this in stride and found a place to rest. Almost an hour passed in zombie-like stupor when I noticed the time and thought we might need to see if we were a go. To our relief, there was a bigger boat at the dock and other beleaguered travelers were waiting to board. We were getting closer! All we wanted at this point was a place to rest, a private haven to call our own. The boat eventually embarked after what appeared to be great discussion and consultation amongst the crew, and a clamorous racket below that could have been anything from the gangplanks being pulled in to the hull being battered by the dock.

The Tumultuous Waves

The Tumultuous Waves

Finally we were off. The poor SS Minnow was tossed around by the waves but puttered determinedly to our destination. I was too exhausted to engage in any meaningful conversation and just tried to read the news report on the screen. I looked over at Michael, and in true Michael form, he was fast asleep sitting up and only disturbed when his head fell to one side or the other every few minutes.

I have no idea how long that trip took; I was just so glad to be on the other side in the little town that would be our home for the next few days. I sought out the local chamber of commerce to ask directions to our hotel, and we were off up the (very steep) hill next to the “Funiculare.” A few turns and viola, le’Hotel Ibis! Check in, up the lift, in the room, and in the bed in record time! We are professionals, after all.

We tried to go out to eat that night with no success . . . and we are still not sure why. Possibly a holiday, or just that no one serves dinner on certain days around here. Thank goodness for the Carrefour, bread, cheese, and potato chips! Oh, and of course the wine. We attempted to purchase bananas and apples, but it was not to be. We went to the checkout with our lunch including 2 bags of fruit to be informed that I needed to weigh them in the produce section. So I quickly run back with them, spot the scale, weigh the fruits, commit the numbers to memory, and run back. No, that was not it apparently they do not just take your word for it. So Michael, patient Michael, has paid for our other groceries and is sitting waiting as I run back and see the solution. One must get a label! Place the pommes on the scale, look up to the guide with pictures of fruits and vegetables on it. There were numbers next to each one. The apples were 5. I push 5 on the keypad, and out comes a label! Fraise. NO! I try again and again, for banane (12) – No! Over and over I push numbers and out comes Cerise, fraise, apricot, but no pommes, no banana. I give up and leave my fruit, defeated by the mysterious and cruel fruit scale. But, we have We will never starve. Neither will we fail to sleep. Eventually.

That was Tuesday and Wednesday – the longest day.

It was an exhausting journey not only physically because of the amount of time we were going, but mentally and emotionally as well. It is stressful to be in a part of the world where we do not speak the language – well I can say just enough to get myself in trouble.   It is work to figure out how to say things and communicate. I’m getting better!

P.S. We later figured out that we could have taken a cab to Thonon for about 20 euro more. But where is the adventure in that??!!

Thursday. I was a sleeping champion…until 3:00 a.m., then back to sleep until 8:00 a.m. The hotel customs are unfamiliar to us – no coffee in the room, so we descend to the lobby for coffee and breakfast. The morning repast consisted of bread, cheese, jambon (ham), a round form that looked like omelet, a round form that turned out to be a pineapple and cocoanut pastry, croissants (of course!) and a pound cake. The coffee was definitely the main attraction. Place the lovely white cup in the proper place, push the button for café au lait (for me) and then double espresso (for Michael). One of these machines to take home with me, please! After breakfast we still needed some recovery, so back up to our room and back in bed we climbed.

We emerged for the sake of our bellies. We decided to go to Culture Velo, then Carrefour to figure out the fruit weighing situation, then lunch back in our room. The bike shop was much bigger here, and we came away with arm warmers for me (mine forgotten at home) and 2 badons (we only brought one each with us).

We love bike shops!

We love bike shops!

At Carrefour we approached the mysterious machine with determination. We were going to figure this out! I showed Michael what I had done the day before, and after assessing the offending scale keypad and picture guide, quickly figured out the solution. Bananas placed on scale, he pushed the picture of the banana, and viola, the correct sticker appeared, of course.