Feb 20 2018 – How to get to Day 2???

Lately, and I write lately when it should be all the time for a long time, I’ve been struggling to get through Day 1.

Day 1, otherwise known as …today is the day I will eat less carbs, run more, be nice, do something outside my comfort zone.  Sometimes Day 1 actually happens…but Day 2 is cloaked in fog and hard to see.

These are not unrealistic goals mind you..be nice…is that so hard??

So today, Day 1, I’m putting it in writing.  Today I will get to, and tomorrow, Day 2, looks clear and sunny.

Hope to see you along the way.

Jun 4 2017 – Happy Birthday Lauren..

That lovely sister of mine would have been 62 today.

2017 has been a year of milestones in the lives of both Shea and Hannah.

Shea just graduated from college and has been dating a charmer of a girl.

Hannah married a fantastic guy in March. A guy Lauren would have loved..and loved for Hannah.

I miss you daily Lala and try to honor your spirit with fun jewelry, kind spirit, adventurous open nature, and a loving supportive presence for Shea and Hannah.

Toast to you and Dad on this almost summer Sunday.

Sept 2 2016 – Reality is setting in…

Friday night, leg one of my journey home is complete as I am dining tonight not by the Adriatic  Sea, but by the lights of the Munich airport.

Parted ways with my cycling pals around noon today with all of us promising to stay in touch, not sure how that will resonate after we all return to reality, but for some new found Canadian friends I hope it holds true.

I loved the trip, I mean really loved it and was sad to leave.  It is a part of the world I really know nothing about, and am still figuring out.  Many of the sleepy coastal towns had an Italian feel, but then again not. There is no mistaking the Slavic in the people.

I saw some truly amazing things this week and I’ll forever more love Korcula because I was served a slice of pizza from a mother/daughter who were closing up shop, they saw hunger, and answered. I’ll  remember Hvar with a fun smile as I sat on the stoop steps with a shop owner and drank little glasses of vodka. And today on an oddly quiet alley, in very cruise boat busy Dubrovnik, an older lady handed me a free gelato that she was whipping up and I was watching through a little window. Small indelible moments of wonder and wonderful.

Cannot wait to see my honey pie…and my dog.. and start planning my next adventure.

Hope to see you along the way…

Sept 2 2016 – Staging..moving day..

After a very fun dinner and pictures on the cliffs of Dubrovnik last night, this morning we take a final walking tour of the city and part ways.  Most are staying on in some form or another, I’ll start making my way back by way of Munich this evening and on home Saturday morning.

So excited to see my honey pie and sad to say farewell to a really cool adventure.

Time to wander through the castle from Game of Thrones, we’ll talk later..

The window is a-closing…

just realized I never posted this..

Yesterday was a blur, we said good bye to our beautiful sailboat and crew, our mode of transport when not cycling on the islands, and started our day in the midday sun…oooph! That’s an oooph from a true sun-worshipper.  And if I have learned anything in the last few days, there is no way around hills in Croatia. Today was no different.

Only 2 of us took the full ride, the others opted for a lift into our next town Vela Luka. At times, when I was in granny gear and going nowhere fast, I questioned my decision and then I would ride into a little town or experience a serene moment passing by a quiet sea cove and think, nope I made the perfectly right decision for me.

Cycled into town like I was at the end of the Tour de France, of course no one was there cheering me, but it felt good to complete the challenge. Obligatory plunge into the Adriatic, shower, and then we headed off to dinner as a group.

To say this restaurant was off the beaten path, think prairie dogs, vast beyond, and then there it was… a home.. a restaurant.. built completely from the white Croatian rock I have come to love, and no cement, very cool.

Like the obligatory sea plunge, grappa has greeted us at every location. Shots… okay and now we begin. Father and son with a pretty large kitchen set up but not a thing you would call modern or even have confidence could serve the 17 of us, let alone the other diners. And let’s throw in rolling outages where all of us would turn on our cell phone lights and periodic breaks for singing.  Too fun!

While at dinner, we did talk about home a bit and I learned about FaceTime audio, free call via the Internet. I’m so stupid!! But I called Joe, yeah!!!!!

Today, Thursday, (6hrz ahead here), our last day of cycling. We ride the island of Korcula and then a ferry to pick up a bus to drive to Dubrovnik.

Gotta run and gear up for a busy day.

Talk soon

Leaving Hvar..

Quick thought.. If you are under 30 and looking for a wild time, get your happy ass to Hvar Croatia. At 5 this morning, Heyyyy Baby I wanna know if you’ll be my girl, was still being sung in various languages. And then they all jumped on the ferry for the next island. Smart plan to keep that party moving, I do not envy them their headaches.

We push on to our next island too. Tough day for me as the fun is in the morning, the work, the ride, is in the afternoon. I like to get the work out of the way early. But as my complaint is that I am forced to jump on a sailboat and cruise the Adriatic for 3 hours, I think I will hush!
Talk to you later.

Oh boy did we ride…

Good morning Tuesday and let’s hope it is not as tough a ride as Monday. Never dawned on me as we rode down the hill into the quiet town of Dol on Sunday night…that we would have to ride UP to leave. And up and up and up we rode yesterday to the other side of the island of Brac to pick up our boat again. Yes, I had to briefly use gear 31, but it felt good to hop off briefly. And yes it felt good to fly down the backside of the island.

Once in Bol, (haha, not to be confused with Dol), I plunked my big tired butt into the Adriatic and it felt great.

The rest of the day was a grand reward. We sailed from Brac island to Hvar but not before swimming in a gorgeous cove and eating fresh fish and vegetables. Amazing!! I need to hit the lottery and do this everyday.

We pulled into Hvar amidst a sea of yachts and yet everyone turned to look, our boat is beautiful and lovingly maintained by the captain/owner. She is truly yar.

The hotel for the next few nights is a 180 from the last place, very sleek, modern. And the town of Hvar is anything but sleepy. It is young, hip, and has that crazy Russian mob money feel to it.

We ate again as a group last night at a restaurant owned by a young couple, one of those places where you are walking down a lane and thinking where is this place, and then suddenly twinkling lights strung in the trees, oh here we are..

Great meal and hilarious conversation. I sat with a group of Canadian doctors and the one guide from Slovenia. The guide told “you won’t believe this” stories from her travels and the docs told hilarious “I can top that” stories of crazy patients.

Great end to a hard fought day of cycling.

Gotta run, today calls, will post pictures as I can, connectivity has made that a bit of a challenge.

Pictures from Sunday..

During our briefing yesterday, the leaders described the bikes with 32 gears. 30 on the bike, the 31st is your feet, the 32nd is when you say the hell with this and get the van to pick you up.
My goal is small, avoid 31 and 32, so if I had to choose between taking a picture and making it up a hill, I pedaled on, but here are a few..

Leaving Split, headed to Brac
Leaving Split, headed to Brac
Lunch in the country..
Lunch in the country..
Reward for reaching the top of the town of Dol
Reward for reaching the top of the town of Dol