Finding family in a tour de France

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It’s 7 p.m. and I’m pacing my dad’s apartment in Rouvenac, France. The sun is setting on the surrounding vineyards and the tiny old Frenchmen that sits outside his home, rain or shine, waving at the infrequent traffic on the one-lane road has finally gone in for supper. My mother and boyfriend are en route from Marseilles airport, a drive I may have told them was a mere two hours from Rouvenac. I discovered later that it was closer to five hours. Add that to a 17-hour flight – not to mention…read more