Coming down to this part of Spain was a really beautiful bus trip from Sevilla, although it's definitely a lot greener than I expecte4d it to be. The mountains, if I recall my Panea history correctly, were once connected to the Appalachian Mountains when Europe and North America were squashed together. So it's nice to see some 'familiar' terrain. Our hostel is basically a five minute walk from the Strait of Gibraltar, and a five minute walk from the Atlanti Ocean. Oh, and did I mention it's heaven? Yeah, it is.
One thing I was very surprised to see was a bunch of cyclists all over the road between Algerias, where we took the bus to from Sevilla, and Tarifa. It's like Alberto Contador won Le Tour de France / La Vuelta España, and all of Spain decided to get on a bike. I have nothing but the utmost respect for these guys though, as these mountains are tough, and the roads twisty. I now understand why Alberto makes powering up a mountain like Mont Ventoux or Alp d'Huez look like child's play; becasue for him, it is. Don't let my talk of Alberto's powerhouse legs though lead you astray; I am a Lance fan. 100% In fact, I'm even going to risk potential ridicule and general shunning by wearing my 'Go Lance Go' shirt in Girona, but more specifically, on Alberto Contador's home turf. Take that Pistorello.
Lastly, I do need to say thi: 'I can see Africa from my window.' Literally, Africa is right there. Sandy and I will be taking a ferry across the Strait tomorrow to, forgive me, rock the kasbah of Tangier. Oh yes. Anyway, I should probably head off so we can get some real food, as lunch today consisted of a large, shared bag of crisps (sorry mom, no other option). Can't wait to give everyone a full debrief of Spain though!
Lance giving Alberto the cold shoulder - as he should.
No comments:
Post a Comment