The last day of the Tour de France…I’ve chosen to drown my sorrows in dark chocolate and French recipes.  

Bittersweet comfort

Bittersweet comfort

It wasn’t two years ago that I was standing at the top of Le Champs Elysees, waiting for the arrival of the peloton. Hours of waiting. Hours of stomach-aching anticipation. The electricity I felt when the riders flew by is impossible to explain. All for a quick taste of le Tour.

Watching the final day on TV just makes my heart hurt. I wish this race could go all. year. long. I just love it. Cycling is such an emotional sport and I cannot help but become emotionally attached to riders I see year after year, as well as new riders who have proven their mettle and shocked the world. It’s made me laugh, it’s made me cry, it’s made me angry. Cycling is such a beautiful metaphor for life, it’s a sport of the people, it’s tough and gritty and down to earth yet magical and stunning at the same time.

Luck is like the Tour de France. You wait and it flashes past you. You have to catch it while you can ~Amelie

Congrats to Carlos Sastre and all of the riders. I will now retreat back to my chocolate and mentally urging the riders to slow down to prolong the stage, thankyouverymuch