Riding my motorcycle in France with Chad and others, but I get very cold and tired, and pull into a little cafe during the dead of night to get something warm. End up falling asleep and waking up the next morning unsure of where I am or what I’m doing there.
My french is poorer than the owner’s english, so while I’m checking out his diner and finally getting some chocolat, I’m trying to explain the motorcycle trip. Susannah from my freshman year hall comes through – “Ah,” she says, “I’m heading back to check on Eitan. He’s riding slowly, I thought I’d try to help out.”