Which is where I went for a swim this afternoon to wash away the stresses of my bike ride.
And speaking of Germans, my day-one theory turned out to be correct. There are lots of Germans here; I guess it’s a popular spot for them. Some of the restaurants in Cala Rajada have menus on the sidewalk only in German, like they forgot that we’re in Spain. And I saw a guy walking around in a T-shirt today that just had two words on it “Dicke” and “Titten.” I’m not about to look those up in Google translate; I suspect that I know all I need to know.
Anyway, back to the ride. The good news was that it only involved one mountain. And imagine my glee when I started up that mountain and saw a side trail with a sign that said it was specifically made for bikers so that they wouldn’t have to ride through the tunnel. How thoughtful, right? So I took it and ended up riding over the mountain instead of through the tunnel.
And one other note. I’m not going to be one of those Americans who goes around judging. But, fresh set of eyes here, if you want to scare people away with a warning about your dog, I’m wondering if this is really the image you want to project.




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