About a year ago, I wrote about how much Jonah and I have enjoyed watching the Tour de France together on TV every year. We're doing it again this year, of course. Jonah asks to watch the race and he'll sit there, absorbed in what action there is, for a good half hour at a time. I'm not exactly sure what the appeal is for him--guys riding bikes day in and day out is really not all that exciting--but it delights me to no end that he's so into it (perhaps it's just that we watch so little sports on TV that he's desperate).
Part of the appeal for me is watching the countryside go by, especially when the race goes through parts of France that I know well. Tomorrow the riders pass within 2 miles or so of the last house my family lived in in France; I wish I could be there.
But then I wouldn't be here: