Category Archives: Italy 2014

It was hard to leave the beautiful fortress on the hill this morning, it really was. And hard as we try, we can’t seem to get going before almost 10. The last 3 hotels have had some killer breakfast buffets … Continue reading →

Today was the opposite of yesterday. That’s one thing I love about these rides. You never know what each day is going to bring. We left around 10:45 cos we knew we had a short one today to Bayona (or … Continue reading →

I woke up this morning and the first thing I discovered was that I broke my flip flop. Not a good start cos they’re the only shoes I have. Zip-Ties cannot help this, though maybe SuperGlue can. No time to … Continue reading →

Bullet Points: Never trust me about exactly where we are. I screwed it up again. We were in Cambados not Combarro. I swear they change the signs around. Totem animal: an orange and white tabby cat posting up in the … Continue reading →

It was not about the ride today.  Ok I wept in the plaza de Santiago yesterday cos I was hungry and tired but also because I was surrounded by strangers who had completed their pilgrimage, whatever it meant to them … Continue reading →

9:30am. The sun was out this morning and making everything sparkle. The air was brisk and invigorating as we got started. But that was the first hour. After that, the air got hotter and the scenery got kinda ugly. We … Continue reading →

I’m going to start this by apologizing because Gabriel has called me out on the fact that I keep messing up the names of places where we are. I know its pathetic, but here are my excuses. 1) I’m so … Continue reading →

It was not flat. We woke up at 7am and Gabriel jumped out of bed to assemble the bikes. I on the other hand, pulled the covers over my head and begged for an extra hour. Eventually I got up, … Continue reading →

The alarm went off at 6am. No one in Spain is up at that hour. No one. But we were up and off to the airport. Not without breakfast though. Don’t even think about leaving Carmen’s house without breakfast. Not … Continue reading →

My mother-in-law will outlive us all. That is one truth I can always cling to. Carmen is 86 years old, lost a daughter to cancer a few months ago, and still carries her own groceries up two flights of stairs … Continue reading →