I spent the evening chatting with two guys from California over a delightfully atrocious five-liter box of wine as I prepared for the following day. I couldn't decide whether to spend my 25th birthday either hiking the calanques along the southern coast or visiting the nearby islands of the Furiol Archipelago to see the famous Chateau D’If from my favorite book, The Count of Monte Cristo.
Talk about your "first world problem."
After debating with myself for over an hour, I left the decision up to the mistral; if there was too much wind, and the ferries to Furiol didn’t run, I'd spend the day hiking, otherwise I'd visit the islands. So here I sit writing on July 10th and I still have absolutely no idea what I’ll do for my 25th birthday, but then again, that's what I love most about travel... I never really know what's going to happen.
…I’ll just have to wait until tomorrow.