If you read my previous blog post then you are probably wondering by now how it is that I managed to make my way south out of Vitoria-Gasteiz and that miserable winter weather system that I found myself stuck in. I’ll tell you how. I woke up the morning I had decided to leave “no matter what”, looked out the window of the warm and cozy hotel room and let out an audible grumble as I watched it snow. The snow flakes were large and coming down with a vigor yet the roads were still only wet. Fortunately, the temperature was just barely warm enough to keep the streets clear. Against my desires, and channeling every ounce of will power in my body, I began getting dressed for what I knew was going to be a cold and miserable day. I adorned myself with every layer of protection from the elements that I have. The only thing keeping me going at this point was the thought of a warm sun just down the road. As expected, it was cold and it was miserable and it only got worse before it got better, it did get better however. As I crested the final hill and began my descent towards the warmth I pulled over at a roadside parking area to give my fingers one last thaw before continuing on. A friendly trucker honked and waved as he went by and I later learned that it was someone who has been following my travels and recognized the bike from photos. I pressed on and I warmed up which meant that it was time to get off of the big roads and back onto the small roads where I feel most at home.
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