All in a day’s work. Hit the pavement in London at the crack of 4am with luggage in tow, catch a slightly delayed train to Gatwick, wait on the tarmack for a good hour or so, land in Bordeaux airport, met with my parents’ outstretched arms, pass out in the car, take in the amazing views in Socoa, sangria on a sunny patio in Hendaye, little ferry ride to Portua, Spain (you know, because going to Spain for the afternoon is just one of those things I like to do on occasion), dinner out in Saint-Jean-de-Luz at Zoko Moko, to bed in a 14th century home. Not a bad day overall.
