Dani from Ciclos Delicias finally called last week to let me know that my new Ortlieb handlebar bag was in (only took, what, five weeks?) so I got that on today, after I picked the bike up from the old bike shop I used to work for. The Owner wasn't there. Either she wasn't there, or she was hiding. Either way, good for me; I've already told them one porky about teaching English outside of Madrid (which is really only a half-lie, when you think of it: I am teaching English -- I just didn't want them to know that I was as accessible as she might want.)
Only two more days before I go. I had a weird attack of The Lonlies in the kitchen last night as I was making soup, hanging out and generally enjoying the quiet that is so often lacking at our place. Seven days by yourself - even if they're seven days when you're going to be staying in hotels and not doing anything super-antisocial like sleeping in olive groves or something like that - is a lot of time by yourself. I just hope that I don't freak out halfway through, get the heebie-jeebies about being on my own or something like that.
Anyway, this time I can't back out. I have got THE PROJECT. And THE PROJECT dictates that I have to do it for real this time, that I can't fink out or back out. I have to do the entire route by myself.
I wonder how long it'll be before I start cursing out THE PROJECT.....?
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