Nadège writes:

It’s time to leave France now! 

While hitchhiking until the capital, our natal Isère is covered by her first snowstorms, as if to vanish our steps behind us.

A few days in Paris are conserved to give some warm hugs to our best friends and here we are at the airport. We are sad to leave but happy to be together in this emotional challenge. 

Along our flying journey, a strange « returning home » feeling appears. It’s a return to the day-to-day life of biking after crazy good holidays in France. And now, we need to write on our white board of life some new-Zealander adventures.