As you can tell by the name of this post i have experienced the difference between biking in other places and biking in France. As many of you might know i am not the most athletic girl, so when i was asked if i want to go biking in the morning i thought of it as a chance to see the city, which it was, but not the way i expected it to be.
So i wake up around 9 and its a perfectly sunny day, and sunny days for them are still a little chilly. So being me i put on a pair of jeans and a nice top and thinking that is ok for biking. Oh am i wrong, i come down to breakfast and the parents explain to me in french may i add that my attire is very wrong. Now im starting to think "oh gosh" what did i agree to, so i go and change into a pair of leggings and a white long sleeve top and i return to the downstairs area where i see Jean-Charles and Corentin in full professional biking gear. Oh no thats rite i walk outside and there are mountain bikes, i kid you not. As most of you are thinking, Sydney mountain biking, is this a joke. So as we set off on a bike ride i start to feel like this is a workout not a leisure bike ride and was a rite, i was very tired when i got back 2 hours later, or as i would say in french "je suis tres fatigue". But i do have to say riding along the Epinal river and canals was beautiful im not used to all the tress and open air, i mean i saw just open fields with nothing and it was amazing.
Even though the biking made me tired and my legs catch on fire it was a very good activity and Jean-Charles and Corentin were very nice about resting and understanding that i did not understand every single word.
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