That man of
mine, that French Husband, the one who hopes to ride across America one
day on a motorcycle, bought a motorcycle in France.
He bought a larger, more comfortable one then the
little-mean-machine that we have. (The photo is of an old motorcycle that I saw years ago at a flea market.) The new bike has a throne of a seat compared to our little mean machine.
Last night after the reality
settled in– that after months of "practicing" on the
mean-little-machine we, or more correctly, (French Husband has been
riding before he could walk.) I am ready to take on the road. In my excitement I grabbed a hold of that man of mine and rattled off places we could ride to!
French Husband sat down, my energy was bouncing off the walls. I started dreaming up places where we could go… I said, "Italy," he said,
"Barcelona." I said, "Prague," he said, "Rennes, Normandy…" I said, "Budapest," he said,
"Alsace." I said, "CHINA, oh imagine that! Traveling across Europe, riding on the silk road, alongside the Orient Express to China!"
He said, "You are crazy!"
I groaned, "Well then, maybe we can ride down the road and back?"
He added, "Or maybe to Normandy?"
I said, "It rains in Normandy."
photo source Charles Bridge in Prague
Later
as I was thinking about Prague I typed: Marseille to Prague on Mappy. Mappy gives exact directions, time line, information on cost (i.e. gas tolls…) Prague
is only 13 hours away! That isn't bad. Thirteen little hours, that
is two or three days of riding in my calculations (or HALF A DAY in French Husband's calculations. I think he doesn't value the sake of my behind).
Photo Source Castle Steps
Thirteen hours to Prague. That's not bad, that is do-able– I had to know how much does it cost, more or less, for a room… considering French Husband likes the idea of sleeping under a bridge, so you see I thought to myself I might as well find a place or two to have a better idea (and to be prepared or the Charles Bridge could be our next home away from home!). I typed in GOOGLE, "Lovely old places to Stay in Prague" and up popped this:
The Castle Steps!
"Prague or Bust, here I come!" I called out, "You who… French Husband… I have a little secret plan…"
When I told him he gave me that tilted head expression and said, "Do you have rain gear?"
My bubble was not burst, "I'll go naked."
Wish me luck.
Do you have any secrets about Prague regarding back roads, hidden gems, tea rooms, a lovely room with a view?
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