Today I almost got run over by a car.
I’m in a morning information picket at a suburb campus of the Universidad Autonoma de Barcelona. The day started rather early at 0540, but it sounds like I got more sleep than most of the other picketers. Things start off a bit late, and there is some [...]
Start of the week, I get my stuff together and ride my bike to the train station and take the train into Barcelona. Today is determined bike riding day. When I get to Passeig de Gracia station in Barcelona I start biking north.
And bike straight into a hill. See my objective is Parc Guinardo which [...]
The train ride from Zaragoza to Barcelona is surprisingly eventful. As I’m racing to the elevator to get my bike on the train (having timed things closely yet again), I run into another fellow with a bike and panniers. I go down first and get my bike on board and then help him get his [...]
Storm clouds over Madrid make me glad I’m wearing my biking rain pants. The train ride is pretty, but its clear that the weather report on the region was accurate.
But when I get to Zaragoza it is a beautiful day! No couchsurfers have gotten back to me so I head to the hostal I [...]
Tuesday is museum day in Madrid. Except Reina Sofia is closed on Tuesdays. That’s ok, because Laura and I head on over to the Prado. Prado is all very old classical pieces and I’m not really sure what to look for and my feet are quickly becoming tired, but when we hit Goya and some [...]
I have now been in Madrid for three good days, but my visit to Madrid begins with broken dreams. I’m convinced I can make it to my hostel in time to shower, maybe change, and then… GOGOL BORDELLO. In fact, based on Ticketmaster, THERE ARE STILL TICKETS AVAILABLE. This craziness makes me giddy.
But I fuck [...]
Why visit Guernica? Based on the maps, its just another town in between the big cities. Few people remember their high school war history, and even if they did the Spanish ‘Civil’ War is really only a footnote. In fact, the primary reason the Spanish Revolution is discussed at all is because the fascists bombed [...]
I got blisters on both my feet! But I’m (kind of) happy about it, so thats ok. After sleeping the entire previous day, I had the energy and the health to go exploring while Alex and Eugenia went to Castro-Urdiales to do a bit of flat-hunting. We figured some times off and I went out [...]
I’m looking out the window at my hosts place… its about 2 in the afternoon. I can see the roof of the building next door, that classic Spanish tile roofing. The day is bright and blue. And I’m fucking going back to bed. Welcome to Bilbao.
So the distance from Muskiz to central Bilbao is sort [...]
“I can’t feel my balls,” I think to myself as I struggle up a hill that I know will be childs play compared to tomorrow. I am somewhere between Somos and Santoña.
How did I get to this point? Well Silvia and Carlos saved my morale. First off they pointed out that they’ve taken their bicycles [...]
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