The Best Laid Plans…

The best laid plans of mice and men…

(Can you complete the original quote?)

I am sitting on a rather large-winged transport, bracing for six hours of sheer hell. I am on my way (eventually) to the small town of Mougins, just up the hill from Antibes on the Côte d’Azur in Provence, but first I need to survive this flight across the Atlantic.

It’s not that I fear terrorism or anything like that. Nope. I fear the other people on the plane. I have never had more than an hour’s sleep on any transatlantic flight, and I figure I have made the journey at least a couple of dozen times. So that means I am up during the entire flight getting annoyed by just about everyone on the plane.

The bozo in front of me will no doubt recline her seat within moments of taking off, obliterating both my knee-caps in one swift movement. Then, the morons behind me will insist on using my seatback to hoist their enormous carcass out of their own seat, causing me to trampoline forward, likely spilling the crappy wine that they are serving to us schmucks in economy class.

If you are reading this, I am in the airport in Nice, trying to get first my rental car and then my rental bike. Or, quite possibly, I am passed out in Charles de Gaulle airport, snoring away madly, unaware that I just missed my flight to Nice.

It also means I did not finish the article I had planned to publish today either because the WiFi in Charles de Gaulle airport is horribly inadequate or I got arrested for decking an annoying Frenchman as he dared interrupt my perpetual zombie state by bringing his yapping munchkin dog into the area where I was clearly trying to sleep.

It is also quite possible that none of the above transpired as I was a horrible nervous wreck, hoping I do not die in a fiery crash on my drive from the airport in Nice to the hillside resort town of Mougins.

Right now, however, I choose to look at the positive–the week ahead will involve plenty of cycling (I will be staying with a friend who is a former pro, once finishing third in the Tour de France), even more wine (I have appointments all over Provence, Bandol, and Cassis, and a couple of nights at Château la Nerth in Châteauneuf-du-Pape), and I would imagine tons of sun and some great food.

Yeah.

Rough life.

I know.

I hope to post regularly while away these next ten days, but no promises.

We are taxiing now, so I need to shut it down, but here is a photo of the wine I enjoyed at Vino Volo before boarding.

Pretty sure it’s a sign that it is going to be a halfway decent trip.

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About the drunken cyclist

I have been an occasional cycling tour guide in Europe for the past 20 years, visiting most of the wine regions of France. Through this "job" I developed a love for wine and the stories that often accompany the pulling of a cork. I live in Houston with my lovely wife and two wonderful sons.
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20 Responses to The Best Laid Plans…

  1. susielindau says:

    My book takes place in that region. Wish I were there!
    My husband drove my daughter and me from Barcelona to the Cote d’Azur to Lyon to Paris, believe it or not. I’m sure you’ll make it to Mougins. 🙂

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  2. Rough life indeed, we’re jealous. We’ll drink plenty of wine in your absence 🙂

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  3. linnetmoss says:

    Gang aft agley.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. ❦WineIssued says:

    “Often go astray…”

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  5. Fiona says:

    And there I’ve been hoping you’d embark on an even longer flight (or two!). Have a great trip and be expecting an e-mail from me about my new initiative…. Very conscious, though, that you have a really busy year….doesn’t mean I’ve given up, though!

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  6. chef mimi says:

    One word for trans-Atlantic flights, at least going east – business. I almost look forward to flying, although it’s best if you can arrive at 11 AM, and sometimes there is no other option than 6:30 AM. Have a fabulous trip – didn’t know you drank white!

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