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Without a Crutch
If you’ve ever met me or read this blog (not that anybody actually reads this blog) you’ll know that I am a hopeful homeless vagabond gypsy with no shoes or sense of direction. I own Read more…
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Tour De France
France by bicycle. “Ahhhh!” Could there be anything more romantic? The old cathedrals and petit villages. Baguettes and brie. Pan eu chocolat and Read more…
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The Spanish Inquisition
SPAIN! And not the Spain I knew! Less tapas, more tight muscles and butt pain. Less paella, more pedaling. Less salsa, more dancing circles through the streets as I lost my sense of direction. Read more…
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Conquering a Country
I’ve started swearing a lot! Who knew Portugal had so many hills? Who knew I was so unfit? Who knew cycle compatriot AJ could be so patient? So much for a quick pedal to the Read more…