Category: Bicycle Touring
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Little Surprises
I was longing for a hot shower. The fantasy of this simple pleasure kept me focused for the last 10 miles of a grueling day. Arriving at the Costasnovasurfhouse ( yes, one word) I smiled to myself. A youth hostel. I should have known with a name like that. So when the sun-weathered owner walked…
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No Airlift
As we posed for our Bon Voyage picture at SeaTac airport, my sister in law called out teasingly, “You two look like you’re in an ad for AARP magazine!” Here we were, heading out for a huge bicycling adventure, and somehow it slipped my mind that Rick and I are, well, mature. Not in the…
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Trust Yourself
I wonder if Magellan felt nervous before he voyaged into unknown waters? Did Vasco de Gama lay awake at night second guessing his decision to trust a centuries old sea map and establish a sailing route to India? And Columbus? Was he secretly over-thinking every aspect of his big journey into the cavernous Atlantic Ocean?…
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Be Strong
“Do you think we should pay attention to that sign?” Rick says just a little sarcastically as he pedals up next to me. “What sign?” I gasp, as I down-shift. He laughs. “Oh, you know, the huge one back there that reads, ‘Trail Closed’”. We had been training for our big ride across Europe for…
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Thank God for Naive Optimism
As I write this, I am catapulted back to 2016, when we were embarking on our two year adventure in Thailand. That first blog was so rosy and hopeful and so very naive. Frankly, if we had known more, Rick and I probably would have opted for a “safer” choice. Luckily, we did not and…
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Butterflies and Bombs
“Hold up!”, Rick yells as we are coasting down a hill into an expanse of green, rimmed by jaw dropping Karst mountains. I quickly brake and turn to see him stopped in the middle of the deserted road, helmet off and looking perplexed. “What’s wrong?”, I holler back. He grins. “Butterfly in my helmet.” We…
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Mama Rides “Street”
Lazy Sunday morning. I glance up from the couch to see Rick walking down our stairs. He looks a little down. “Hey, you o.k.?” I ask. “Naw. I’m grumpy and I’m bored.” he says as he stares at his phone. I ask the next question as I silently brace myself for the answer. “So, what…
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