Tarifa, Espana The small cobblestone street pulsed with music, illuminated by a ceiling of small lights strung overhead and street lamps lining the sidewalks. I didn’t know what time it was. It could have been 6 AM, it could have been midnight— no one cared. Locals dressed in mermaid and roman soldier costumes danced packed […]
So I’ve been sick. Piteously, moan in my bed sick. No one would know it, because I like to go out and hike mountains and drink sangria anyway, but I am. There’s a night trip to a hot springs tonight, from the hostel, and I am willing myself not to go. It gets chilly at […]
For the last week I’ve been harboring the illusion biking is making my hands massively strong. I thought this, because at the end of each day, the only truly exhausted parts of my body were my hands. I thought, that like a hard day of climbing, my hands were simply tired— but every day getting […]
Something extraordinary happened on the road a few days ago. Here it is: Early that morning, I had my panniers packed and downstairs by the sofa in the hostel common room. It had been a wonderful (and warm) two days. After camping the whole first week, I was happy to be around other travelers, and […]
