A guy, a gal and a wine tour. No wait! There’s more…
It only took five sleepy hours at the Paris airport and a jarring taxi ride home to jolt me from my Canadian coma. I’m back and already wishing I could wiggle my nose and transport me and Coco back to that breezy lake cottage and family barbecues. (hubby is on his way today).
I’ve tipped the scales a few kilos too. It’s ironic really because most people gain weight in Italy! But with only two weeks in Canada I did my best at sampling all the fish and chip wagons within 100 kilometer radius and then threw in a few maple cookies for good measure.
These pics feature our feeble attempts at exercise (we rented bikes for half a day) and as you can see, we didn’t get very far because there was wine sampling to be done enroute…I wonder if there are tours like this in Italy? hic!