the phrase: "____ is like riding a bike, you never forget" is sort of true. I didn't forget how to ride a bike, but I definitely forgot how to keep my balance, I definitely never learned how to ride a bike in a city, and I definitely forgot how much it hurts when you get back on a bike.
To explain, I made plans to meet Maria and Charlotte at the Lake Kir on the other side of Dijon and my host dad offered to lend me a bike. I, not wanting to cough up the 2 euros to take the bus back and forth, agreed not thinking about the fact that I haven't been on a bike in 4 years and was never a strong biker in the first place. I didn't even learn to actually ride a bike without training wheels until I was like 11! However, they pulled out my host mom's bike, gave me the bike lock, pumped up the tires and sent me on my way. But to where? I had never gone anywhere near Tallon before and I had no idea in the world how to get there, and using a map on a bike is near impossible, especially when you're trying to remember how to avoid trashcans and cars parked on the sidewalk. Nevertheless I continued in the direction I thought would lead me to the lake. However, I probably went the wrong way 4 or 5 times before discovering this perfect little pathway for bikes and pedestrains alongside the canal (that logic told me would lead to the lake) and it would have if I had turned to right way... Obviously I didn't think about the fact that I was not seeing the right scenery until a mile or two in the wrong direction, forcing me to turn around and retrace my "steps" and continue in the right directions for a couple more miles. In the end I got there, and it couldn't have been a better day to bike along this beautiful canal, full of sun and a nice fall temperature (or what fall should be in the rest of the world *cough* Michigan *cough*) We took a nice walk along the lake and hung out on the dock enjoying the sun set reflecting on the water.All in all it was a good day, but it made me doubt my directional skills.
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