Yesterday was rain and no open super market Sunday. It stopped me. Today, it was thunderstorming morning outside at 9 a.m. in Figueres, but I choose to battle the weather with continuous circles of the feet, attached to a crankshaft, attached to gears, pieced together with a chain, where as power creates a forward energy. I thought I had it, I thought France was mine… Little do I know of this vast wonderland.
Getting lost are words I shan’t be using. I realize that “getting lost” is just an excuse. In time, I found Espolla, which has the road leading into the Pyrennes mountains of France. It was my border crossing mountain road of triumph and it laughed in my adventurous face! Climbing just outside of Espolla and my thunderous thighs burst my bicycle chain! The chain just couldn’t hold the power of the beast within me! Then I fell, because I didn’t see it coming and falling is inevitable when you’re clipped in and not moving.
What to do, what to do? I wheeled back into Espolla, a village in the foothills with not much going on but a lot of grape growing and non-english speakers. I found a bar, got a cervesa, and texted my mom since Espolla doesn’t know to much about internet. I needed a bus to take me to a bike shop somewhere and get my chain fixed. After my mom and sister both did some extensive web searching, I had found out what to do on my own. Though I thank them from the bottom of my heart!
It was 3:30 and the bus stop was somewhere back the way I came. I could leave my belongings at the bar and get them tomorrow or later tonight if I’d returned. With a muchos gracias I left with my bike, computer, and book for what I thought would be another night in Figueres. The bus came and the doors open. I strolled up looking defeated and asked if it was the right bus. It was. Then I got, “But no bicycleta.” What?! I begged, I sighed, I tried my darndest to look frustrated (which I did because I was) and the evil bus driver said there was no room. Laughable, since there was no one on the bus. She closed the door, I sat down, sighed, and read.
I strolled Espolla looking for one of the two places to sleep that were on the map. Found one, it was locked. Back to my bike thinking I’ll just lock my bike up and take the next bus. Then purchase a chain tool, come back, fix the chain and go to France. Next bus is at 8-9 p.m. It’s windy, rainy, and dreary outside. I strolled up looking for the places to sleep. I found them, but no one was home at either. Back to the Cafe/bar and I got a coffee with leiche (milk). An old man strolls in and starts that language I don’t understand. Through hand flailing, he said he had a place to sleep. BOOM! Followed him to, yup, the bed and breakfast and for 35 Euros I get a queen-sized bed and breakfast in a beautiful house of soap-makers. Through more flailing I also got that 3 kilometers away is a bicycle mechanic. So tomorrow, I get to walk 3 kilometers (which is about my walking limit…) so they can repair my chain! BOOM!
3rd time is a charm. France, you are mine tomorrow! Your lands are right over this mountain range! I will conquer you and eat all of your cheese!
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