I’ve been bugging my brother (gently) for the past five years to come visit me in France. He’s coming with his long-time girlfriend next week. We’re supposed to first meet up with J in the Verdon for hiking and rock-climbing. Then we’re going to Aix-en-Provence, where we’ll visit the city and rent a car to go see places like Gordes and Isle-sur-Sorgue. It should be great. The problem? They’re flying into London, this weekend.
Please go away, ash. We have all sorts of hotels and rental cars reserved and boyfriends to meet up with.