We feel rejuvenated this morning and go through our routine to get set up and ready to ride. The morning turns into a wonderful ride with smiles all around. We joke and laugh and generally enjoy the day to day goings of cycle touring. The adventure I had wanted with Jen was finally starting to take shape. This is what we had been planning for – these moments. Once we reach our destination we are welcomed by a closed campsite. We decide on wild camping (camping for free in a hidden or secluded location away from the road or public). There is a knack to wild camping and it does take some getting used too. We pedaled further down the road to find an ideal site in Ingrades. It was a campsite closed for the year but provided the perfect cover. No one would see us and we had access to running water. As we sat on the grass unwinding from the day getting ready to pull the tent out, Jen showed that all too familiar look of being uncomfortable and not wanting to be in that situation. I pushed and pushed to find out what was going on, but she kept rejecting my questions. Finally she spoke up and it all came flooding out. We discussed situations like this and how they will be inevitable on such a trip as this one. No showers or restaurants, just what we have on our bikes and in our water bottles. She misses home and the comforts we had before leaving Australia. It’s funny the things you miss when they are gone. It becomes evident that Jen is no longer interested in cycle touring, through France anyway. I take a deep breathe and say that if she really wants to go home, I will go too.