We successfully made it 36 miles from Girona to the Mediterranean coast, dodging a couple of storms, making a few wrong turns and developing sore crotches, all of which were countered by drinking beer for lunch, riding through many medieval villages and not getting a flat tire.
The big green area at the beginning is a 7-mile climb to a monastery.
I didn't before appreciate why some bikes have shock absorbers, but now I do.
This is just one of many villages we passed, all of which looked pretty much the same. I'm not jaded.
In one of the villages, we stopped to tour Salvador Dali's summer home, which was pretty amazing. The museum curators preserved the historically-significant items from Dali's life and presented them as they were when he was alive. These included 8-track tapes, cassettes, records, a Datsun station wagon, and many other things that don't seem very "historical" to me. I'm not sure what that all means, but it can't possibly mean that I'm getting older.
About two-thirds of the way through the ride, it started to rain, which could only mean one thing. Time to stop for lunch. And close our eyes.
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