Blog from Spain, October 25, 2008

Reconnecting with Isabel and her kids in San Sebastian after 13 years....

Wow, I can’t believe this is all happening! It’s like a surreal dream but yet so alive and juicy! Here’s the latest! (by the way—journals are up to date, minus France—which will come soon enough...)

I left off last blog on the way to Biarritz, France where the Peace Pedalers Rainbow was calling me back to the beach for more sunshine, perfect waves and more friendly French people. I arrived by train in Biarritz at about 5PM and got a call from one of my couchsurfing hosts Vincent inviting me to have a drink overlooking the water. I liked Vincent from the moment I saw him—very cool, laid back and smiling ear to ear when we connected.

My Couchsurfing hosts Margo and Vincent in Biarritz--Perfect!


Another amazing rugby game in the setting sun

Oh, almost forgot, somewhere in between all that surf I was invited to yet another professional rugby game where Biarritz, one of Europe’s best teams, demolished an Italian team as the sun was setting and the crowd all fired up. After the game Vincent got me into a VIP party where we had free food, drinks and met several of the players, fans and more cool locals. Thanks Vincent!

Biarritz sunset on the pitch after they smoked the opponents

The surf mobile searching waves in Biarritz

We sat at a beach café watching surfers rip up the perfect waves in the sunshine and were soon joined by my other couchsurfing host Margo who would be hosting me that night. It was another festive Friday night and the weather, surf and people helped me get over the temporary loss of my mom and Sophie who I just adventured with. Margo took me to her place, we dropped off my gear, grabbed some nice wine and food, and geared up to hit the town that night in the charming Bayonne.

Margo and her boyfriend Mathieu were amazing hosts. Both are still in college and the youngest hosts I’ve ever had both at about 21 years young. I knew their idea of a night on the town might me a doozy but I was ready to relive my youth and before I knew it I was as a college happy hour party drinking 2 for 1 shooters until all of us were in rare form. I met some great people and the night was full of laughs and interesting chats with the locals, mostly in French (my French seems to get better after a few drinks)

The next day it was time to hit the surf and I was blessed to meet the owner of an adventure outfitter and rental company named Benoit at Takamaka (www.takamaka.fr) just near the beach. He set me up with a board and wetsuit for the next few days and so I was set. For the next 24 hours it was all about the surf with three amazing sessions, including a morning session where I was first in the water getting countless glassy waves as the sun slowly rose, casting perfect hues of light on all the lovely rocks and building—truly unforgettable.

And the sunsets in Anglet are to die for! Go there!

The perfect waves in Biarritz--stunning!

I was all surfed out after three long sessions and that Sunday evening Vincent came from his place in Anglet to fetch me in his huge van. Anglet is another cool town just north of Biarritz with amazing beaches, world class surf and a more laid back feel than Biarritz. Vincent cooked me up a bachelor’s meal of rice, coconut chicken and a few sweet Desperado beers to wash them down as we chilled at his condo just on a golf course. Vincent is a super cool cat and we had a lots in common so it a pleasure to spend time with him

The next day the sun was out and it was time to ride! The plan was for Vincent to come out and ride for the morning and have Melanie, my French friend I met in Morocco, meet us both somewhere along our ride. I was super excited to ride with Vincent but when riding time came he decided to change plans and bail on our ride. I was a bit bummed at first but luckily Melanie was on her way to Bayonne and Vincent decided to take me there and do a bit of sightseeing together before he said goodbye.

Mel and I on day one of our 3 day adventure. Bayonne, France

It had been seven months since I first met Melanie in Morocco and I had no idea what to expect so I just decided to expect nothing and let it all flow as always. We had only spent a few hours together and really did not know much about each other except the fact that we are both travel addicts. She had been following my ride online since we met and since she was only a few hours away at the time and had time off of her job in the tourism industry she decided to come out for a ride.

About ½ hour after I said goodbye to Vincent Melanie arrived all tanned, smiling and ready for adventure. She had a big, heavy backpack so I hopped she had some good legs. Fortunately she had done some touring in Cuba and was stronger than most of my riders and I knew she’d carry her weight. We grabbed some lunch, toured the town, ran some cameras and hit the amazing bicycle route outside of Bayonne into Basque country at about 4PM with perfect blue skies, warm temperatures and good vibes flowing!

After an epic ride along the river and through charming Basque villages we finally rode to a place called Pas de Rolland. We landed the most free perfect campsite ever right on river surrounded by mountains. We enjoyed an epic sunset dinner, some Bordeaux wine, Basque cheese, yummy treats Mel brought from Spain and life was good! The stars came out in full force that night but the clouds were making their way in and the forecast was for rain in the next 24 hours.

The next day we slept in late, relaxed by the river and finally hit the road at about 11AM. We had some mechanical issues that delayed our actual ride until after 2PM but still managed to get some incredible kilometers through the charming Basque region before the clouds came in heavy and eventually opened up just as we rode into the small village named Bonloc. We showed up at the only restaurant in town totally drenched, freezing cold and ready to get off the bike for a while.

Melanie did not have foul weather gear with her and, based on the torrential downpour and cold temperatures that were clearly there to stay, we were considering calling Bonloc home for the night. However, the only hotel in town was full and camping in this weather would have been a nasty proposition. So we both put it out to the ole Universe to provide us with a local host and proceed to relax, read, dry our clothes, have a few drinks and chat up the locals.

Basque country has some interesting road hazards ;)

And a kiss from a local horse to send us off with love :)

Air guitar performance by Jean Michel--priceless

Our Basque host Jean Michel, guest rider Mel and I lovin' it!

Melanie was the first to meet a friendly Basque man named Jean Michel and I heard them chatting away as I sat reading. When I went out to join them I was informed that Jean Michel had offered to host us for the night and he just was as excited as we were! He lived 5km away from the restaurant and the rain was still quite heavy so the cool owners of the restaurant offered to keep the bike for the night and allow us to go up to Jean Michel’s in his car so we were set!

The feeling that evening was festive and warm as the locals all started to warm up to us. Several rounds of beers were purchased for us and we befriended several cool locals that evening before finally making our way up to Jean Michel’s. From there it only gets better! Jean Michel clearly had never hosted strangers before and he was so excited he went out shopping for amazing food, wine and treats for the special occasion.

The temperature dropped quickly that evening and was close to freezing so we were so grateful for Jean Michel’s hospitality. Our evening together was truly unforgettable and filled with a jolly vibe from all the great food, amazing Bordeaux wine, air guitar performances to Joe Satriani, cranking Basque music, loud chats in three different languages and much more. Jean Michel has such a warm heart and we became like family that evening.

The next morning the weather was still quite nasty. But the forecast was for clearing and evening sun so we were optimistic. Before we left Jean Michel drove us to his favorite spot on top of a huge mountain where we were able to capture his feeling and thoughts on the video, I got to kiss a horse and we all admired the stunning Basque scenery while sucking in our last moments together.

Our Banloc crew bids Mel and I farewell--unforgettable!

Mel and I hit the road after the owners of the restaurant treated us to a nice meal and our entire crew came together for a lovely farewell photo and even a nice scene for the show. Jean Michel almost cried when we said goodbye and it was a touching farewell. I know I’ll see him again one day!

Our destination for the day was Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port, which was only a 40km ride or so, but hilly as hilly gets. We were warned of steep climbs and constant hills, but we were ready! The scenery was nothing short of spectacular and yes, there were some brutal hills. We managed to pick up a tail wind, the sun was trying to shine and we were clicking the kilometers along slowly but surly through the stunning mountains.

We arrived in Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port about an hour before sunset and landed a sweet hostel for 10 euros a night, dropped off the gear and headed out on the tandem all ready for a rolling interview through this truly magnificent little town. Just as we started our ride the sun finally came out and we managed to do one of the most picturesque and impactful rolling interviews ever. With the sun casting the perfect light on us and all the surroundings we chatted away for about 30 minutes and Mel shared her dear heart with the world—you’ll love it when we finally get to editing!

The stunning town of Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port

Mel and I out on our filmed ride in Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port


Mel missed her bus but hitched a ride in seconds back to Bayonne

Our last night together we shared with a Canadian cyclist named Celine, several cool locals and Mel cooked me up a yummy meal at the hostel before getting to bed early. Mel missed her morning bus but was able to hitch a ride back to Bayonne in a few minutes and before I knew it I was solo once again. I was a bit sad saying bye to Mel as we got along so well and had really built a wonderful friendship. But fortunately bright sunshine made me feel much better and I decided to take a day in Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port to explore and hopefully find another guest rider to come with me to San Sebastian, Spain.

Lovely Basque villages in every direction

The morning scenery on my 100km solo ride to San Sebastian

I spent several hours looking for guest riders but had no luck so the next day I cranked the Ipod and pedals over 100km through some of the most striking scenery I’ve ever ridden and arrived last night in San Sebastian. The surf forecast was for massive swell and no wind so I my original plan was to call this town home for the weekend. I had heard great things about the town and the surf so I was excited as ever when I rolled in.

I was ready to get into the water when the Peace Pedalers Rainbow sent me a messenger who was just getting out of the surf himself. He told it was mostly closeouts (bad waves) and would only get worse at that spot and that the best place to be now for this massive surf was a place called Mundaka. I had heard this place had one of the longest left breaking waves in the world and, since I’m a goofy footer (I like left waves), I changed my plans just like that.

Before leaving San Sebastian to Mundaka I was able to reconnect with a good friend Isabel and her two daughters for some fun in the sun. Isa was my girlfriend when I lived in Spain in 1994 and we had not connected since so boy was it great to see her!

Out for some Pintxos (tapas) with Isa in San Sebastian

I’m just out of the surf now and going for one more session before the weather here turns downright nasty. The forecast is for some mean rain and cold temperatures as winter is starting to show its face around here lately. So, being the fair-weather guy I am, I have decided to take the last adventures of Peace Pedalers to the southern regions of the continent and am off to Andalusia to Seville and will be cycling southwest to southern Portugal from there. The weather is warmer, less rain and I love the people and culture in the south so off I go!

Over n out from Spain!

Jamie

Blog from France. October 17, 2008

Feel the love--mom and Jamie reunite in France w/ da most cool Frenchies Sophie n Mathieu

Chillin’ on another perfect autumn day in the south of France I’m filled with gratitude from all the truly blessed experiences in the past few weeks. The sun is shining, it’s another festive Friday afternoon and sprits are high as I suck in the last few weeks of my European adventures.

I left off during my hibernation period that I started to fend off the travel burnout bug and to enjoy fully the experiences with my mom Carol who was due to visit me for almost 2 weeks in France. Luxembourg was all about relaxing, reading, sleeping and yes, catching up on Europe journals, which are all be posted and up to date by the time you read this. From Luxembourg, the day I had been waiting for, October 7th, finally arrived and my mom and I would finally be reunited after over 9 months away from the states.

I’m happy to say my mom, aka Mamacita, and I have a very healthy and positive relationship and she has been such a huge supporter of this project since Garryck and I dreamt it up in the 1990’s. She’s come out to adventure with me in Japan, India, Thailand, Australia, Kenya, Uganda and now it was time for a taste of Europe in France! Unlike previous visits, she was coming out without a bike and without the intention to do much riding due a blow-out of her knee that happened just weeks before coming to meet me. But, like the trooper she is, she showed up anyhow with a shot from the doctor and a few painkillers to get her through her time in France. Go Mamacita!

Mamacita and I in Paris reunited after 9 months on da road

I arrived in Paris all rested up and feeling much stronger than before to meet up with not only Mamacita but a special guest from Sweden Carina. Carina was our Nanny in California 29 years and her and I met up for a pedal in Gothenburg, Sweden and it was time for her to reconnect with Mamacita. If all this was not good enough, we were also hooked up big time with a complimentary Paris luxury apartment rental from a close friend from university Drew and his company Cobblestay. Score! We had Marais rental in Paris that was unreal!

And special guest Carina, our Nanny from 29 years ago comes to join the fun

We had planned to stay in Paris for 5 days but the Peace Pedalers Surf Rainbow that has been blessing me with great waves my entire trip was working up alternative plans. By the time I arrived in Paris the report was calling for perfect surf conditions and divine weather in the next few days lasting for a whopping 5 days! Mamacita, Carina and I had both been to Paris several times so it was not a difficult decision to cut Paris short and make our way to the stunning northwestern region of Bretagne (Brittany) to meet my good buddy Mathieu in his home country—finally!

Mathieu and I first met in Benin in Central West Africa, a tiny sliver of a country next to Nigeria. Mathieu got word that a globetrotting cyclist and surf nut was in town and hosted me for several days at his pad near the beach. We built a great friendship while I took a few weeks in Benin and he ensured me that when I hit France he would take me out on the famous waves where he’s from. We bumped into each other out of the blue in Berlin, Germany a few months ago that led to a 2-day cycling adventure together so we were destined to connect again!

The perfect waves waiting for us me in Brittany...yes, they were that good!

And boy did the heavens have a treat in store for us later in the week! But first, back in Paris, I had plenty to do to get my broken bike and camera equipment sorted and start sucking in the lovely Parisian experiences with Drew, Mom, Carina and crew before our departure west. Thanks to Mamacita lugging a brand new wheel out for me from USA all I had to do was change tires and that was sorted. But the 2 broken Sanken microphone wires were another challenge.

Drew, my bro from university and donor of our pimp Paris luxury apartment w/ Cobblestay

But thanks to the most gracious efforts and world class soldering abilities of one Antoine Malnati at a small firm Areitec in Paris my microphones were all running perfect in less than 24 hours! And, the best part of it all, they did all the work for free as they loved the Peace Pedalers project! Bonus! So with my bike and camera kit sorted, I was free to enjoy some of the world class food, wine and company of my loved ones. I was able to reconnect with my bro Drew from my university days, sip the fine wine and eat some of the best food on planet earth.

We hit the road Thursday afternoon to meet Mathieu in who not only was excited to host me, Mamacita and Carina, but who also managed to get Friday and Monday off of work to give us 5 days of surfing, adventuring, cooking and great times in the sunshine. We had a few challenges getting there but made it in time for an epic sunset surf session followed by Brittany cider and one of Mathieu’s amazing meals. We were off to a great start!

Our first of meal of many with Matthieu, mom n Carina

Mathieu lives in the a tiny town called Plozevet about 2km from the ocean. By the time evening rolled around we could hear the pounding swell coming in, the offshore winds were picking up and there was not a cloud in the starry sky. I’ll wait for the journal to go into full details but the following 5 days of bliss went something like this:

Wake up late, have an epic breakfast of fresh bread, croissants, fruit and oats, pack the boards on the car, hit the world class surf for the first 2-3 hour session of total perfection, have a huge lunch in the sunshine, rest, head back out for another blissful surf until the sun went down, drink yummy cider and wine, eat home-cooked meals, take a bath, hit the hay, repeat next day…a dream come true! And having mom and Carina there was the icing on the cake as the got along like peas and carrots and positive energy was moving all over!

Carina, Mathieu and Mamacita cooking up a storm after a lovely day of surf

Carina finally left and, as if it could not get any better, the day she had to go back to Sweden was the day that another close French friend of mine Sophie was free to adventure herself! Sophie and I met almost six years ago in Goa, India where we built the foundations of our friendship and even did a ride together in southern India. We had kept in very loose contact since then but clearly our escapades together were far from over now that I was in her stomping grounds of France.

Sophie and I almost 6 years ago in India


And reunited in France! Life is good!

Just like my bro Philippe in Belgium and I, Sophie was a lifestyle and freedom addict and choose to work as little as possible and celebrate life to its fullest. It did not take her long to accept the invitation to come to Brittany for a few days and it was so great to see her again. So, just like that, we had a new partner in crime in the Brittany crew and life was good, very good!

The routine continued with perfect sunny days, divine surf sessions, unforgettable meals, fine wine and cider and connections with Brittany’s spectacular Nature that none of us will soon forget. But Monday the 13th finally came and, after 8 long surf sessions over 5 days in 7 different locations, it was time to move on. Mathieu had to go to work and we were both totally exhausted with every possible surf muscle sore to the bone. But we were glowing and neither of us will ever forget one of the best 5 days of life we have ever had.

Just one of my countless sweet rides in Brittany. Delicious!

The views of the charming towns in Brittany

Mathieu lovin the insiders

It was hard to leave Brittany—it’s truly a magical region of our planet. But Mamacita and I wanted to explore a bit more and possibly do a day or two of riding so we went with Sophie to the train station but had no plans of where exactly we were going to go next. We said our “see you next times” to Mathieu and sat in front of the Lonely Planet and some maps until the next plan of attack presented itself.

Turns out that Sophie did not REALLY have to be back up in her home town of Lille just yet and she was up for some riding too. So we picked the town of Angers as a base camp for new adventure in the Loire River region of France that nobody in our crew had properly explored. So, just like that, I teleported the slightly injured but ever-enthusiastic Mamacita and the fellow vagabond travel addict Sophie with me to the Loire!

The view from our super cheap but lovely hotel in Angers

We had intentions to ride that Wednesday and Thursday but Mother Nature vetoed the Wednesday ride with heavy rain and cold temperatures. We opted for a day of sightseeing, eating, strolling and relaxing in the most charming town of Angers with it’s huge Chateau, dazzling architecture and vibrant student population bringing a positive buzz around the town.

Thursday was an entirely different situation and we woke up to crystal clear blue skies, a brisk westerly tailwind, and three excited pedalers ready for action! We discovered a bike lane that would take us about 70km from Angersto Saumur and, although 70km is a tough day for even the most healthy athlete, Mamacita was up for the challenge. Sophie rented a bike for herself and we hit the road in the early afternoon for a glorious day in one of France’s most beautiful regions.

Mamacita back on the bike on a perfect fall day on the Loire River!

I’ve ridden with Mamacita many times and have seen her cry from pain and frustration in Australia, almost get killed in Kenya, conquer 80km days in 100 degree days in Uganda, fear for her life in Thailand. Add to these memories the fact that she had a nasty crash back in San Diego and had not been on a bike since and you see how I admittedly was quite stressed when we took off as I did not want her to suffer. I took a bit too much responsibility for her well being from the get go but as the kilometers of glorious riding clicked on by my mood got better and better as I realized she was strong and going to make it with flying colors!

The day was simply divine with gentle riverside riding along the Maine River and Loire rivers, darting off into villages lined with mansions, cute farm houses, shops and great eye candy in every direction. The last 10km were the toughest into steep hills that made it tough to put our head up and see the wonders. The weather ranged from bright sunshine to threatening thunderstorms but we managed to roll into Saumur dry, happy, strong but quite ready to get off the bike indeed.

And Sophie rents a bike to come along on the adventure--she loved it!

We found a perfect budget hotel overlooking a castle for only 35 euro a night with a perfect garage to park the bikes and the skies opened up and released all the rain it held off for us the second we stepped foot into the hotel. We were all filled with a glow of gratitude, pride and awe of it all. To top it off, we got a hot shower and headed out on the town for the very best Saumur had to offer.

Our last night together we celebrated with a divine meal at a small bistro and wine bar. Saumur is world renowned for its wine and boy did we score with cheap glasses of unbelievably good wine accompanied by the best food in the world, by far. I’ve been dreaming of finally eating my way through France and boy did we go big with meats, veggies, cheeses, sauces and desserts that almost brought tears to our eyes. The food and wine in France IS THAT GOOD---come and try it for yourself!

So my hibernation period is about up and I’m refreshed as ever, ready to get back on the bike in southern France and beyond. I am on my way to Biarritz to meet my Couchsurfing (www.couchsurfing.com –get involved in this!) hosts Margo, Vincent and potentially a French friend Melanie I met in Morocco. I’ll be exploring the Basque country in the Pyrenees then off to Spain and Portugal. Life is good!

Over n out from S. France!

Jamie :)

Blog from Luxembourg, October 5, 2008

Philippe and Jamie on the road in Belgium!

A quick update from my hibernation period here in Luxembourg. I just had another magical and totally blessed expedition in Belgium but the engines are off and I’m officially in hibernation and recharge mode through Paris…

But, a quick blog entry is no sweat from here in a warm café as the rain and winds blow outside….

After my Brussels adventures with Freek and Fiona, it was time to take it to the roads of Belgium with my good friend Philippe. Philippe s a Belgian chap who I had not seen in over six years since our 5-day expedition in China in 2002. We both were looking forward to meeting up and turns out he has a year or more off work and was free to play!

Below are a few pics of our adventure in China in 2002….

Philippe and I on Day 2 of our China Adventures, 2002

Philippe loving the locals, China 2002

Philippe and I eating honey after running out of food in highlands of China, 2002

So I met Philippe and his girlfriend Katrien at their funky pad in Wevelgem where they cooked me an amazing meal and hosted me the night before our journey. Our plan was a 3-day cross country trip to Luxembourg and the first day was about a 115km journey. Philippe had made a trip to the library and had detailed maps of the entire route including side roads, cycling roads and all sorts of options. The weather was foul as ever when we woke up, but by the time we were out pedaling it was clearing with a strong tail wind!

Philippe 6 years later at his pad, preparing lunch for the ride east

The first day of cycling was bliss—long chats along car free canals, through charming Belgian villages, stopping in the enchanting Tournai for lunch and off to Mons for sunset. The sun came out, the winds were mostly behind us and the scenery stunning. The same day we departed a big article came out in a major paper and all day I was getting thankful and positive SMS messages from friendly Belgians wishing us luck. It was a magical day.

The rain clears and we celebrate in a fountain in Tournai

The cycling lanes disappeared at the end of the first day and more industrial, larger cities were on the horizon so we decided to hit the hills, smaller roads and the famous monastery of Orval to the south east of Belgium. We hopped a train to move us forward a bit and out of the madness and arrived in the small town of Libramont and pedaled south in the pouring rain, cold and wind towards Orval. Unlike the day before, the weather was downright nasty. We had cold feet, freezing hands and the rain made it hard to see the stunning scenery we came down to see.

Philippe praying to Mary and Jesus for a break in the rain

Just as we climbed yet another massive hill there was a statue of the Virgin Mary and Jesus where we decided to rest. Philippe and I both said a prayer to stop the crazy rain and wind and just as we did the rain stopped. Not only did it stop, but the sun came out almost completely! We continued our mission to Orval in total sunshine but it was still very, very cold.

When we arrived at Orval our mission was to have the Monks host us at the monastery and to try some of their famous monk brewed beer. We were blessed to meet Pere Bernard (Father Bernard) who loved the Peace Pedalers idea and invited us to eat with the nuns, fathers and other retreat attendees in total silence. The meal was divine—with fresh couscous, monk-made cheese and yes, even a yummy Orval beer! We were in heaven. After dinner they gave us our own room in the Monastery and where we slept like babies full of gratitude!

The Orval Monastery was stunning...


Father Bernard bids us farwell as we pedal towards Luxembourg

The last day of cycling was yet another magical one with. We set off into cloudy but rain-free skies where we did a beautiful filming session just before the skies opened up and started raining. We had an 80km ride to Luxembourg planned and it was all going great until I noticed that the chain kept skipping in the higher gears and we were almost unable to ride. Upon further investigation this bike needed some serious attention and we were in a tiny Belgian village.

I needed a few tools to do an operation on my hub so I knocked on 6 doors, soaking wet, full of grease on my hands, looking a bit dodgy indeed. All 6 houses either were not there or the housewife refused to let me in to search their husbands tools for a big wrench and 5mm allen key. But the 7th house a man answered and directed me to his garage where, of all things, a foldable tandem bike! When I told Patrick about my trip his eyes lit up and he told me has not just one but TWO TANDEMS in his garage! We were both quite amazed.

Phillipe and I so so grateful for our ride to Luxembourg after a nasty bike breakdown

But it gets better and the Peace Pedalers rainbow came out in full affect here. The bad news is that we were unable to fix the hub and it would need some serious help to get rolling again. Patrick was just about ready to bid me farewell and told me how to get to the train station when I invited him down to see my tandem for himself. He put on his raincoat and joined me to come meet Philippe and check the tandem. When he and Philippe started talking together in Flemish they both started laughing and smiling and were getting along so so well. Turns out that Patrick is from a town just 5km from where Philippe lives and Philippe even knows his brother! Crazy stuff, eh?

Patrick was not going to let us ride to the train station 15km away with a bum hub so offered to drive us in his station wagon. But by the time he arrived he was having so much fun in this process that he offered to take us all the way to Luxembourg! Go rainbow go!

Patrick so happy to take us all the way to Luxembourg!

Philippe and I treated ourselves to a hotel room, showered up and hit town after a nice party at a friend of Freek’s named Eva and her crew from Slovakia and all over Europe. Our last evening was full of great times, dancing and cool people. Philippe left yesterday and when he left I realized just how tired I really was. I decided to hit hibernation mode, a suggestion made by my Dutch friend Karen and an intuitive feeling I’ve had for several weeks, so I’m doing that now…Got a few more days left and off to hit the tent in a campground now…

Cheers from Philippe and Jamie in Luxembourg!

Over n out from Luxembourg I’m not going to be bringing you much from here so come see it for yourself. It’s pretty darn cool as well!

Live Big. Give Big. Love Big.

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