Do it shine in the light? Is it platinum, is it gold?
Girona, ESP
Sunday, May 13, 2007
After a brief stay at the Historic, my mates and I are hang’n out in the ghetto. The short walk across the river and into the working part of town made an unprecedented change in the quality of residence about. In the “old town,” across the river, everyone was either a tourist or too rich care, but here the people mingle in the true fashion of the country- making for a much more realistic experience. Regardless, we’ve at most glanced over our shoulders riding through here, but now were liv’n it and learning the reality of the whole thang.
Girona, ESP
Friday, May 11, 2007
After careful thought I’ve come to the conclusion that there’s nothing to do in Girona. Although at first glance people seem to scurry about in route to activity, the truth is that they’re either a- shopping or b- eating… both of which require a hefty jaunt about town… none of which I’m interested in on a regular basis.
So what does that leave me to do? Nothing. I ride, eat and sleep. I’m certain that the people in Girona don’t shop and eat out every day, so as to what they do the rest of the time… your guess is as good as mine. Perhaps they watch TV… of course the language on all but one channel is Spanish, German or French.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
After a brief stay at the Historic, my mates and I are hang’n out in the ghetto. The short walk across the river and into the working part of town made an unprecedented change in the quality of residence about. In the “old town,” across the river, everyone was either a tourist or too rich care, but here the people mingle in the true fashion of the country- making for a much more realistic experience. Regardless, we’ve at most glanced over our shoulders riding through here, but now were liv’n it and learning the reality of the whole thang.
Girona, ESP
Friday, May 11, 2007
After careful thought I’ve come to the conclusion that there’s nothing to do in Girona. Although at first glance people seem to scurry about in route to activity, the truth is that they’re either a- shopping or b- eating… both of which require a hefty jaunt about town… none of which I’m interested in on a regular basis.
So what does that leave me to do? Nothing. I ride, eat and sleep. I’m certain that the people in Girona don’t shop and eat out every day, so as to what they do the rest of the time… your guess is as good as mine. Perhaps they watch TV… of course the language on all but one channel is Spanish, German or French.
posted by Tom Peterson @ 10:29 AM
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