Friday July 14th, 1995
Biarritz-Monaco: 950 km by car.
Today I do what one should never do
on July 14
when travelling in France:
drive.
It is 7:45 am.
My friends and I split
an hour ago.
They are going strait to Ibiza
(where we'll meet in a week)
and I go back to Monaco.
On my way I visit my friend Romain
and his family in Aix.
It's been a while,
maybe 7 years,
since we last saw each other.
We talk about the Web...
He starts to understand
that the Net will change his life
as a doctor.
Explaining that cachaca is bad for us
he makes me an Absolut caipirinha.
I could quit margarita for this...
yesterday tomorrow