Two months from today I’ll be in France. Arriving the day before, it’ll be my first full day, a pleasant but misleading period when my body sends me an illusion that it accepts the nine-hour time change, without protest. My system sometimes protests, on the second day. Queasiness is unwelcome, particularly six thousand miles from home. Eating light and walking a lot help. At three days, my body is on a new track.
After Paris, it’s looking more like our second week will be Bordeaux (see 6/20 post) which will include visits to St.-Emilion, Dune du Pilat, La Rochelle, and Ile de Re.
Stories come from trips like this, from funny to exasperating, and into my queries they go.
