It was a nice way to see Seville, my training -- going to the gym, biking over there, etc -- paid off and I was able to keep up pretty well. We were with another couple from Holland. They bike all the time and I got the impression they thought I was a lazy-ass American. Kept calling me "Mrs. Armstrong". Har har f***kin' har.
Anyway, my bike was cool. Seat was low -- maybe too low, but that allowed me to push off with my foot and if we went slow enough and I was unsteady, I could just move the bike along by walking. (let that image wash over you for a while as I'm doing right now). The other good thing (don't tell Gene) was that the bike shop didn't have helmets available, so we rode with the breeze through our hair.
I know, I know, but it was fun being like a kid again.
My favorite spot was when we tried to go down a very narrow alley and some kind of walking tour was coming up the alley -- walking tour meets bike tour. Never a dull moment. But here are a couple of nice shots from the bike tour:
Congrats on the biking, Carol! Nice photos.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos. Once again,your writing is excellent. This could be read in the LA Times or a collection of stories a la Bill Bryson. You'd have to include your IM to me earlier which Pam, Betsy and Kendall loved.
ReplyDeleteStacy: what did I say? was it a typical rant? Would names have to be changed to protect the innocent?
ReplyDeleteI love the image of bike tour meeting walking tour! So all that biking in advance was worth it! Looks like sunny days, too.
ReplyDeleteNo street signs... Ha... I had forgotten about that. And numbers: 14 whatever might be across from 250 whatever. They are often numerical as the mail carrier walks!
ReplyDeleteWhew... I am finally caught up. My iPad only looks at THE BLOG OF THE DAY, so it took me awhile to catch up. WOW, what a trip you've been having. I also took the liberty of updating MY photo with MY name since Cynthia has her own. Am I not a person too. If you prick me, do I not bleed.
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