Bike Bikes Bikes!
Growing up in a small town in rural southern New Hampshire, bikes quickly became the lifeline for us to visit our friends, go to Baboosic Lake in the summers, and get around town. If we threw bikes in our dad’s pickup truck, we could skip Church after Sunday School and bike home from the town next door. That was an easy choice for me and my twin. 😉
Bleah, so… I’m an idiot / can’t be trusted around fence posts. UNBELIEVABLY, only 2-1/2 years from breaking my right elbow in a bike crash, I break my left elbow, the same *damned way… 💥
Oh My God, Girona! I have wanted to bike european tiny towns with cafes & castles, linked by dirt roads, for years & years now. IT’S HAPPENING!! Girona is a Biker’s Town – pro teams riding all over it; bike perfection of hills, road & dirt options; bike paths everywhere. Not to mention it’s utterly adorable Medieval old town & river. Perfect weather. You can be a Fake Pro biker every day!
I spent 2 weeks touring Spain & France with my bestie, Kim. Hunter swapped in for the second 2 weeks in Spain & Portugal. A most fantastic month exploring 3 countries!