So after leaving Austin in a flurry of 24* weather and icy roads, rushing through the ATL airport to catch the connection through Schiphol (Amsterdam...yes Amsterdam...no it was only a two hour layover) I finally arrived in Marseille around noon local time.That was the easy part.
My colleague and I pick up our cars and head off on our marry way...he near Nice...me off to La Ciotat. I wish I could say I drove directly from the airport to my hotel...but that wasn't the case. Two hours later and more wrong turns than I care to admit to and I finally make it! Ah well, I suppose there are worse places to get lost...
2 comments:
Hey there! You have more dad in you than you realize. Getting lost is dad's classic way of saying let's take the scenic route. Keep sharing the pictures and have a great time!
Ahhhhhh, fond memories. My first month in the mountains of COsta RIca, I didn't dare leave my cabin, since I didn't know how to get back! Greatest adventure of my life. You lucky, lucky soul.
Ton copain, Monty
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