Monday, August 17, 2015

The Best Laid Plans

This was always going to be a difficult day to pull off. Tons of miles to cover. When the Little Man spent half the morning retching his guts out - seriously, I thought an alien was spouting out of his mouth - we had to readjust. 

Sadly that meant skipping the Champagne region. Rachael took it like a champ. 

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