bike trip to spain

So…….here’s the post about our bike trip that I started but never got around to finishing! Better late than never!

To sum it up, we had a fabulous time…wonderful friends friends, beautiful scenery, sweet biker-shorts tans, and a whole new appreciation for campsites that actually have grass and picnic tables. And there were some rough moments, usually involving steep hills combined with intense sun, but all’s well that ends well…and it ended very nicely with two days of lolling around on a beach in Spain eating churros, corn nuts, and cheap tapas.

Sorry this has turned into quite the travelogue…on a trip with excellent photographers one ends up with way too many great photos and it’s nearly impossible to weed them out!


 Starting out in front of our house. We will soon be much more tan and slightly more fit.
Starting off was fairly flat,
but we soon got to hills. (All good things must come to an end.)
Maps spread out, trying to figure out the next day’s route. A recurring theme.
Thankfully we were traveling down this hill and not up.
Bekah getting her lunch stolen. This picture cracks me up every time I look at it.
The route was planned en route, haha, which made for some interesting discussions and tested our group decision-making skills. 😉
Our wheels.
The hills were killer. But we prevailed with special reserves of Girl Power (and pain au chocolat).

Waiting for the bakery to open…meals are the best part of the day on trips like this.
My love of French signage continues…
Loved biking with this girl! And we had matching bikes, matching shirts, shorts, and haircuts, which for girls, makes everything more fun.

More good times with food.
Castles are seriously everywhere in France.

 You just can’t beat the French countryside. It’s perfect. And so varied!

The Ardèche river; this region is magical and wild, and feels kind of old-west-y.

Watching Lost together…a favorite Dreisbach-Hocking activity.

Mid-morning coffee break!

I was relentlessly mocked for my hobo-like appearance…just had too much stuff to fit into those paniers!

 

Slate roofs…sooo picturesque! I love that there are people who go to the time and expense to keep traditions like this alive!
More of the Ardèche.

 

Fitting in with the natives.

Surely we should have tripped the speed camera.

We managed to hit some fabulous sights along the way, like Pont du Gard, 

and Carcassonne.
One of my all-time fave pictures of Jay, being his goofy self at Carcassonne. I especially love the guy in the background.

Paul and Bekah being awesome.

1,000 kilometers!
Aahhhh…dirt and gravel campsites…

Collioure, famous for many artists who painted there.

Crossing the Pyrenees! 
The end of the trail: Roses, Spain.

Enjoying our two days chilling at the beach,
and of course eating lots of churros with chocolate.

The bus ride back home…so lovely to travel so rapidly with such little effort! And while eating pot pies made by our genuinely British bus driver. Bliss!

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