What a Climb

Behold Mission Peak Regional Park in Fremont. I pranced up it like the pretty young thing I'm not and suffered dearly the next day. So much for those Low Key Hillclimbs done in the fall. I didn't make it to the Summit due to high winds that frightened me from going further. Still, I felt like I could almost see the faces of people in airplanes flying over the ridge. I must return. Earlier in the day, there were these 6 firemen sitting in Starbucks and well, you know.... let's see, where was I, ah yes, I enjoyed the views and the scenery was mighty fine.

We'll Always Have Paris

The Boyfriend and I spent a week in Paris seeing the sights. Will leave out the mushy romantic stuff since that's just plain gross, like, while beneath the Eiffel Tower, he took her in his arms and .... puke, you know to hear. The last time I saw Paris was in the late '80s. Still didn't get up the Eiffel Tower but I did go up the one in Las Vegas awhile ago. I still find it, the real one I mean, to be prettier from afar. Versailles was a bit of a disappointment mainly due to the fact that there was Catapillar equipment scattered in the courtyard. Hmm, for some reason, bulldozers and the Sun King just don't go together. Below are photos of The Louvre and the Palais Royal.

Oh, on the way to London, The Boyfriend sat in business while I flirted in economy. Come fly with me. At Charles de Gaulle airport, there was a suspicious package and the army guys came with their AK47s along with the bomb squad. They blew it up. Boy what a loud noise. At Heathrow, a pretty young thing was frisked much to the delight of male passengers in line, including The Boyfriend. On the way home, we had one of those captains who takes long pauses while he speaks. He came on the air and said in a baritone voice, "This is your Captain. [pregnant pause]. I need to tell you something [pregnant pause while I'm thinking, "Oh my God, we're going down"]. And then he'd said something innocuous. Aghhhh.

We'll always have Paris and coffee on par with that we had in Italy along with darn fine curry at the Indian restaurant near Heathrow.

Aloha les Etats-Unis

So, let's see, when The Boyfriend said, "Want to go to Paris with a stopover in London to get a good curry (we have yet to experience Indian cuisine in the Bay Area like the kind in England) AND no cycling involved (doo dah doo dah) ...." -- um, what do you think I said? "Oh alright, if you insist."

Ah, what do you think the first thing my office buds said, "What, no biking! Is he going through cyclopause or bikeopause? Is he okay? Did he fall off his bike and hit his head?"

We're leaving this Sunday. We'll be staying at a family run hotel in Montmartre, you know, Toulouse Lautrec, Moulin Rouge, Lapin Agile. C'est tout pour maintenant.