No pictures today, no real stories to share. Dave and I just relaxed. After giving up on Tourmalet this morning, we slept in. Then we headed into town around 11 and had some crepes for breakfast. I learned that ham and cheese crepes are really messy, but taste really good.
Then we wandered back to the hotel just in time to turn on the start of today's stage...and proceeded to stay in the room for the next six hours watching the Tour and listening to the rain continue to pour outside. I fell asleep now and then. It was perfect. In the beginning, we questioned our decision a bit, but once we saw the riders on Tourmalet and the dense fog, we knew that we made the right decision.
We were both glued to the set watching the epic battle play out between Andy and Contador. Andy kept accelerating, but couldnt shake Contador. We were frustrated for Andy, but excited to watch the duel play out. Cycling at its finest.
Once the stage was over, we headed out on the road for about an hour and drove around. Crossed over into Spain, checked out a few villages, but the clouds were just so low and dense that we couldnt see anything.
Back in town, we headed out for dinner and had a wonderful time. We found a fondue place and stuffed ourselves silly with yummy beef, sauces, frites, salad, ice cream, wine and cafe. Then we rolled home through the empty, wet streets of downtown Luchon.
Now, as I write, the thunder is rolling in again. I really do hope that this system passes over night. But whether it does or not...Tourmalet looms in the morning. I will finally have my chance to attack the mountain. Wish me luck!
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