If yesterday was bad ass cycling, today should be called cruising. With the exception of a fairly significant hill at the start, we cruised through lovely towns and scenic pathways that at times felt like Venice waterways.
Lunch was with a family today at their home, you know, one of those non-descript houses that becomes a secret garden when you walk through the doors. I did a few extra miles and arrived later than everyone else so I missed the history of the house and family, but the rose wine they served me from their vineyard required no explanation. Even in my grubby smelly cycling clothes this was a page from Bon Appetit magazine, complete with dining al fresco at wood picnic benches.
And we all opted to call it a day after lunch. Old muscles? Too much rose? Who knows, but it was a good call as I was dreading the climb back.
Tonight I’m having drinks with the Canadian Drs. at the rooftop bar, ’cause that’s how I roll now. Cycling in the a.m., lunch from the garden, did I mention I treated these gnarly old feet to a massage this afternoon, and then on to cocktails.
Only thing better would be if my honey pie was here with me. Next time we’ll know there is a way around cycling, but no way around the need to see this interesting country.
Talk later..