I have a couple things to sort out before I hop back in the saddle. I need to get some laundry done, do some bike maintenance, fix my pannier, and go grocery shopping. I also desperately need to get a taco.
I took a trip downtown just to check out the city and stopped in at a Spanish restaurant with a buffet. They only spoke Spanish so I got a good chance to exercise some of my conjugations from high school Spanish class. I think if I were forced to use Spanish more often I’d be able to pick it up pretty quick. The food was amazing. I’ve tried to make mole before and ended up with what amounted to lightly seasoned Hershey’s chocolate syrup, but this stuff was outstanding.
I took a nap back in my room then headed down to the basement where my bike was locked up so I could bring it back from it’s stripped-bare Amtrak state. I reattached the water bottle cages to the front fork and jerry rigged a way to keep the pannier attached with some rope and a zip tie.
While I was working on the bike I met some awesome guys who were on trips of their own. Wilfred had ridden his motorcycle from Maine and Tristan was down here from Canada to educate people about the chrome Mafia and pick up a Subaru with 500hp.
Wilfred told me about his adventures traveling through South America and we talked about some of my favorite topics: travel, American imperialism, fungi, and cooking. Huge thanks for the beers and the pasta.
If you’re interested in log cabins, pest removal, or chimney cleaning, check out Tristan’s gig at neolithicarchitecture.com
That’s it for today, back to pedalling tomorrow.