I got out of the shower yesterday and as I was drying myself off I looked in the mirror...and I saw a back that I didn't recognize. There were muscles! There were no weird little flabby bits under the arms! There were signs of ribs coming out the sides!
And I was, like, what the hell is that? I have never seen muscles in my back.
Then, while in class with Cristina last night, I reached behind me to scratch my back and hit something hard. And I was, like, what the hell is that? It was a bone.
The French have an expression for feeling good about yourself: being good in your own skin. But it's very strange when you don't recognize the body that you're living in!
No train is in Vain
On the way to the Trans-Andalucian Adventure, March 2007
forget anything?
Ricky Casados sets out from Madrid on his Camino de Santiago trip. I'm not sure if he remembered where he put the toilet paper....
Biking in Galicia, August 2004
Just outside of the town of Xuño...bikes with a hórreo (grain bunker)
less than an hour from madrid!
Claire, Tom and one of The Brothers enjoy a spin on a secondary road in the Alcarria region of Guadalajara
show me the way!
Shells and yellow arrows are traditional symbols of the Camino; this Galician homeowner combined both....
Room for a View
Taking a gander from one of the many bridges on Jaén's Vía Verde de la Sierra
About SPANISH CYCLEPATHS
- Dawn Sev
- Madrid, Spain
- Originally perceived as a blog to help cycle tourists manage and organize trips around spain, this blog has gone seriously off the rails in the past year, as its creator has entered into the full throes of a midlife crisis, invested in a Specialized Ruby, and is learning, one fall at a time, how to try to be good at a sport and not die in the process. Bear with me. Both cycling and writer are works in process, and the result ain't always pretty.
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