During our ride, we passed two other professional riders – Remy Pauriol from Credit Agricole and Philip Deignan (
When we were almost home, we stopped at at a cafe for an iced tea. There is nothing finer than stopping on a ride for a drink - well maybe stopping for a drink and a dessert!
After showering and re-bandaging my various body parts that I unwillingly put through a meat grinder a week ago at a race in Cholet, we sat down to huge bowls of pasta and Finnish rye bread – yum! We topped off the meal with double expressos and headed out to La Ciotat (on the Mediterranean Sea 30km east of Marsaille) to visit Tiina’s Brother, Mika ( another top cyclist here in
In the evening, we collected our laundry that was hanging on clothes lines in the alleyway in front of Tiina's apartment. I was so excited that the first time I ever put clothes on a clothes line was in Provence. It made me feel like a local - hahahaha. OK, well it at least made me feel like I was living with a local.
Today was an off day – no, I wasn’t feeling off but took the day off the bike. The beach was a possibility if it hadn’t have been for the sporadic torrential rainfall. Instead Tiina and I went to their version of a mall. I shopped for cute earrings and a top. Found both. As soon as I warm up from getting drenched in the rain, I will try on the shirt and post a photo. The earrings are a must-see as well.
As we drove home from the mall, we saw a few cyclists braving the rainstorm. I've heard that France is considered a fashion mecca but i have yet to see the cyclists partake in this rumor. Every single one of these cyclists were sporting the most bizaare outfits. The one that i enjoyed most was a head-to-toe live version of San Francisco in the 60's - full psychadelic tie-dyed kit.
Tomorrow I get to ride up and down the mountains. I'm so excited that i'm off to bed now so i can ride sooner!!