Presque the dernière jour in Montpellier

Last night I could not sleep very well (usually I sleep like a log). I am anxious! Got up in the morning, start to clean and pack. I have some stuff to give away, some food. Everyone who really knows me, understands that I hate to waste food or anything for that matter, so I am trying to find people to give food and a few things that we have to leave here.

Also in my last day, I really want to go biking, go and see places that I love. I got on my bike, I biked to the sea, Montpellier to Carnon, Carnon to Palavas and back to Montpellier. On my way back I biked really fast because I was running late and I was supposed to meet Mark at Claudine’s place and return the bike. At one intersection I stopped suddenly (don’t know why) and I flew over the handle bars.
I was lying in the middle of the street; there was a car behind me, I could see the lady was more scared than I was (well, I guess is not fun to have a cyclist that falls in front of the car). She and another lady got out of the car and ask if I need help. In my broken French I explained that I just needed some time to recover and get over the pain, but I am OK. To be honest when I fell in a split of she second I had this vision of me laying with my leg up in the French hospital. I got back on my bike, and biked as fast as possible to meet Mark. Uh, I was in pain.

This is my hurt knee...ouch


This is me laying in bed at the end of the day….I am tired, tomorrow is the last day, we are leaving to Paris.