We took a train to Girona today and met a lot of really nice dogs who were very well behaved, sitting calmly outside at restaurant tables and just being happy that they could share peaceful quality time with their owners. Basically all the things our dogs cannot do.
Then we did a 20-mile warm up ride that involved making one pretty big wrong turn and then a large loop around what someone told us was a collapsed ancient volcano.
Is this true? I have no idea.
Because I'm not riding alone this year, I have pictures of something other than just trees.
When we were 15 miles in and realized that we'd had nothing to eat all day, we stopped at a hopping local restaurant where the waiter told us that they were so busy they had no forks or spoons left, but we could have beer and either olives or potato chips, but nothing else. Which we did, while watching all the other people who arrived before us eating what looked like the most delicious meals ever created by humans.
Back in Girona we managed a nap, a good dinner, and now we are resting up for the long ride to the coast, which we plan to celebrate by doing nothing for one day. We'll see how that goes.
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