Good wind, bad wind, Matt passes wind

Aloha,

First and foremost, Matthew and I had a wonderful time in Burgos! We would love to thank Natalia and then Alvar for hosting us. Spain continues to show its graciousness and generosity to us weather beaten, tired travelers. Alvar, your bean soup was good, don’t get down on yourself!

Leaving Burgos was a bit testy… We watched rain fall from the windows of Alvar’s place while we watched Magic the Gatherings Pro Tour Dragons of Tarkir. Once the rain let up, we hopped on our bikes and went for it. With the wind at our backs for only the second time this trip we crushed the first 20 kilometers out of the city. However, all good things come to an end and eventually the rain decided to dampen our parade. With Matt and I both on our way toward being completely soaked, we stopped and siesta’d with a cup of coffee and Spanish news.

Once the rain stopped and that good ole sun was a shining its bright yellow rays on our white pasty skin, we had lunch and kept trucking. With the wind at our backs still, why do 60 kilometers when you can achieve greater distances? Decision=greater distances. We crushed another 60 kilometers, that was mostly downhill and with the wind… It was miracle cycling weather. The kind where you have your arms out, head up, stuck on a smile, and laughing a deep medicinal laugh.

However, later in the day, the rains came again. We had high spirits though and just decided to get a hostel for the night. It was basically a hotel, where Matt and I watched more Magic, ate cans of awkward beans/meat, and took hot showers. Get those showers when you can!

In the bright sunshiny morning we loaded our bikes and got on our faithful steeds to ride into immortality. Okay, we aren’t immortal, but it sounds good, right? We eventually made it to Logrono by 2:30 and found our warmshowers hosts flat quite easily.

Vilius and Veronika were great hosts. They are both in the EVS (European Volunteer Service) program, which is essentially AmeriCorps for Europeans. It is good, to find people that share common ideals and have the drive to help others. More so, the drive to try and change the world around them, for themselves and for the community they live in.

Leaving Logronos, the winds had played pleasant enough the two days prior, so it decided to be its usual headwind self. Never fear, we were out of sunscreen and still crushed a solid 50-60 kilometers. We found a place to “stealth camp” on the vineyard hillside next to the highway. We mowed down cans of chilli like it’s our dream food (because it kind of is, at least to Matt). We fell fast asleep with Matt passing wind, as per usual, under the stars since he didn’t have the rainfly up.

Since we are in Spain, we have become accustomed to siesta. The sun out, headwinds, and a little further to go today equals siesta! I am three cups of coffee in, sunburnt from yesterday, and sharing my love of this world I live in with the people who read my ramblings. I guess its coming close to rubbing our new 20 Euro sunscreen onto our absorbent skin. In other words, I will leave you to do more productive things.

If you care, share. If you have a comment, commence with it. If you want to donate to the Arthritis Foundation, you’re a kind and generous person and can do it at the link below. If you have a gut feeling, follow it until you’re exhausted. Then lay down and smile at the small journey you’ve accomplished. Be wild. Be wonderful. Be free.

http://www.walktocurearthritis.milwaukee.kintera.org/arthritisbikes

Logronos Futbol stadium (this is an assumption)

Logronos Futbol stadium (this is an assumption)

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Logronos and Vilius

Logronos and Vilius

We eat A LOT of Sandos!

We eat A LOT of Sandos!

Us with Alvar!

Us with Alvar!

I am bird man

I am bird man

I am man

I am man

Selfie

Selfie

Vilius

Vilius

Hmmm...

Hmmm…

Spain and its hill villages

Spain and its hill villages

We didn't kill this owl

We didn’t kill this owl

We didn't

We didn’t

Spain.

Spain.

Us with Natalia

Us with Natalia

Creepin..

Creepin..

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