It’s been two weeks since I started cycling from Lisbon, Portugal, on the west coast of
I figured this occasion was worthy enough of me stopping someone and asking them to take a picture of me – the first Proper one I have of myself on this trip.
the Iberian Peninsula. I’ve had one rest day so far. In two weeks I cycled across Iberia from Lisbon in the west on the Atlantic Ocean to Vilanova i la Geltru on Spain’s east coast on the Mediterranean Sea. Unf#*%+ing believable!
I started my day in a bad mood. I was feeling lonely. I told my husband I wasn’t sure I wanted to keep this up on my own. He said to take it one day at a time. I rolled my eyes. I’m LONELY!
As I cycled on a gradual 40km-long incline, I thought to myself how there were advantages and disadvantages to this solo touring deal. (more…)
Inner Workings of My Mind 