Girona- Feb 6, '06
Girona, FRA
February 6, 2006
It’s amazing how much a place can change in just one week. When I left Girona for France, I thought little of the place, but now it feels like home. Actually, I have a new respect for Spain after France. It seems much more civilized, more down to Earth. France is too careless and messy- if you will.
Today was the first day that I went out on the bike by myself in the streets of Spain. I got my bearings and set out toward the mountains for some easy scenic riding. Once more, I was taken aback by the terrain around Girona. The place really is one of the best places to ride a bike- the roads, drivers, towns, etc., all culminate in a genuinely ideal milieu. It’s definitely nice to feel like you’re not chained to the apartment for fear of the language barrier or getting lost. The fact of the matter is that most people understand a little English, and if they don’t we can kind of sort our differences out and get the point across (different than what I thought when I first arrived). I actually had my first non-Spanish, non-English conversation yesterday. We both spoke completely different words- but understood what we were saying. Kind of weird, but reassuring nonetheless.
February 6, 2006
It’s amazing how much a place can change in just one week. When I left Girona for France, I thought little of the place, but now it feels like home. Actually, I have a new respect for Spain after France. It seems much more civilized, more down to Earth. France is too careless and messy- if you will.
Today was the first day that I went out on the bike by myself in the streets of Spain. I got my bearings and set out toward the mountains for some easy scenic riding. Once more, I was taken aback by the terrain around Girona. The place really is one of the best places to ride a bike- the roads, drivers, towns, etc., all culminate in a genuinely ideal milieu. It’s definitely nice to feel like you’re not chained to the apartment for fear of the language barrier or getting lost. The fact of the matter is that most people understand a little English, and if they don’t we can kind of sort our differences out and get the point across (different than what I thought when I first arrived). I actually had my first non-Spanish, non-English conversation yesterday. We both spoke completely different words- but understood what we were saying. Kind of weird, but reassuring nonetheless.
posted by Tom Peterson @ 1:01 PM
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