Under the pretense of biking through Burgundy, husband asked me to join him very last-minute for a five-day trip to France. Of course the answer was yes, have loved the man since the age of nineteen. He’s on the verge of sixty, youngest daughter tells me that all men at times act like they are four. What I know is that his energy knows no bounds.
It was pretty much nonstop. Off the grid for seven days; two for travel, five for touring. Not once were we on bicycles. Unbelievably beautiful. There is good in the world.
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