Day 20, our road was flat, easy, mostly free of road-zits: a completely nondescript ride. Bikes functioned deliciously. Very uninteresting to write about. Except that Ellie made her first Protection Roar at a dog. Highly successful. "I scared MYSELF back there!" she announced, happily astonished.
Some small possibly uninteresting other items to note:
1. I watched my odometer click from 999 to 1000 for the trip and made all sorts of jubilant noises when it did so.
2. Riding out of Rioverde, a surprise speed bump encounter, I call to Ellie: "tope!" and also seeing a delightful creature about in the road: "peacock!" Oh Mexico.
3. Our fourth jar of lauded peanut butter has continued to last us only because Ellie bought a mammoth size.
4. There is a perhaps miscalculated painting on our hotel wall, designed to be a bit 3-D and curve out of its frame. This features the Eiffel tower. Why? But anything on the walls is cheery, especially, when said walls are free of chewing noises.
5. I connected my shirt to both my knee warmer and my bike shorts with my safety pin garter. Oops.
6. Day 21 and 22 will be our last riding days, and then we arrive in the great city of San Luis Potosi. And I get my bike shoved into a box, and lug the whole situation back to the cold north again. We are already nostalgic. Transitioning back is always a challenge. My legs will be restless, The Thing I've been preparing for so long is now over.
Here's some photos to share.
Riding into the sweet town of Cerritos, which had everything we needed, on a smooth beautiful road.
Extra tall cinnamon sticks.
The city square near the church at Golden hour.
2 comments:
Catching up on the last several days of travel. Congratulations on the achievement and the act of being fully present for it. Thank you for your articulate sharing!
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Thank you for reading, and it has been my honor!
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