It's in a luscious garden in France, just as the July heat is cooling into a delicious evening, that I decide that I hate my best friend.
Behind us are days admiring the beautiful, rocky coasts of Normandy and Brittany. We have explored the smaller roads, laughing and snacking on fresh apricots and smelly, wonderful local Camembert. But I'm tiring of the sea. The alluring Loire valley, with its rolling hills, fairytale castles and a thousand years of history, is beckoning me.
My friend wants to stay longer by the sea and then take the motorway straight back to the airport.
This is where we hiss our most heartfelt feelings of disappointment at each other and I run off into the old garden just to get away from her.
Travelling together can do that. Even if you are the best of friends who have travelled together before.
The end of the story: we made up, compromised, travelled through the Loire valley and had a few more wonderous adventures.
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