And that's a Tortilla aka Spanish Wrap

As I am sipping a Kalimotxo close to the border to France (red wine with Cola; like the Francesinha in Portugal, my tastebuds may not experience it again. It was not only refreshing, apparently it also brings me a step closer to Basque residency, as Aitor says. The only thing missing is throwing a 300kg rock, because apparently that's what people do to pass their time in this part of the world...), I will wrap up my last days in Spain. For the detail lovers among you, I will

How I listen and practice trust in Galicia

Having cracked the 1000km mark (1018 to be precise-ish), I am equally pleased and exhausted and allowing myself to rest for a day, putting the feet up and catching up on sleep. My left Achilles is thanking me for it. Did I say before that I love hills - by that I meant the occasional one, and not those skyscraper-like Galician cliffs with over 10% inclination. Dear universe, there must have been a misunderstanding. My bike is amazing, but every gear has its limit with 2 bags