Hey there wonderful people. Josh here checking in from a hostel in Nice. Ever heard of it? It's in France.
Well, the bike wheels keep rolling. We just completed a week of biking in France, after leaving our beloved Spain. We miss speaking Spanish, cause we don't speak a lick of French and feel foolish over here. However, the roads are better and the drivers a little more sane.
Recap: We farmed in Mallorca till March 1st. Man we really started to like that place. It had a certain charm that just gets you after a while. Binifela, the farm is called. Typical day: We woke, we worked, we hit the beach, we ate really good food, we lit the wood stove, and we called it a day. We will miss the chickens, cows, dogs, and our German pal Georg who runs the place. We learned a bit about responsible farming and how it's a legitimate way to be. We really got a chance to relax, and the weather was oh-so-nice. Two weeks total we farmed.
After taking the ferry back to the mainland, we hit up our buddy Xevi's house. Xevi is a real nice guy who spent some time in Tennessee, and we returned the favor with a visit to his place. He has what I would classify as a castle in Catalonia, which is in northeastern Spain. Well it's in spain on the map, but Xevi, a true modern day peaceful (at least i think so...) revolutionary, informed us that it is actually completely different from the rest of Spain. It has a different language, and Xevi says it will be independent within a year or two. Long live Catalonia! Anyway we got a chance to take a load off in a sweet house that is literally 1000 years old.
From there we took a short train ride without all of our junk into Barcelona, Spain's second largest city. We checked it out and it was fairly awesome. We spent two days and saw a lot of stuff including really nice architecture by the architect Gaudi. The most interesting building was the Sagrada Familia. You should google the pics. It is a church that has been under construction for over 100 years i think and still being built.
And the pickpocketers almost got me. We were coming up out of the subway, and I happened to have my wallet in my back pocket for some dumb reason, and then I got wierd vibes and noticed a couple guys following really close behind me. One dude made a move for my wallet, but I was paying attention and pushed his hand away. He then patted me on the shoulder a couple times, which I guess was some kind of distraction stunt for his buddies to try for it. But it didn't work so they scampered off and tried to act like they hadn't done anything. Anyway, thank God I got outta there just fine.
After Barcelona we knew it was time to hit the road. We set out and crossed the border into France. It felt like a cold slap to the face right when we got to France. We biked for three days, then it snowed on us camping out one night. We didn't sign up for that. So we biked a miserable bike ride out of that campsite through a major headwind to Sete, from which we decided to jump on a train to Marseille. Got to Marseille and got a hostel. Here I met my only other fellow Tennessean so far, a guy from Nashville. We also met a fellow Christian who just completed a trip to Uganda.
Marseille is the second largest city in France, and we liked it. It has a lot of history of course, like every city over here. The harbor is huge. We walked all over Marseille and left it begging for mercy. We could see the Chateau d'iff also off the coast. It's the famous French version of Alcatraz but way older. It and Marseille are also in the excellent film Count of Monte Cristo if you've seen it.
The weather has stayed cold ever since. Everybody here says it never ever gets this cold. I think warm weather is coming the next few days though. So next we head toward Italy. We are gonna bike into Monaco, a tiny really rich country right on the coast, just to say we've been. Then we bike to the first city across the Italian border.
Our plan from there is to hop on a train into Italy and by-pass the northern mountainous part. We have a couple reasons: cold, possibly snowy mountains and tunnels we have been warned to stay away from, time limit to get to Rome, and Zach's achilles tendon which has been acting up (I had the same thing pedicabbing in NYC, but it's not serious). We will then cruise right down through central Italy and tuscany to Rome, the final destination. It would be really expensive to get the bikes with us all the way back home, so we are contemplating selling them, which may be the hardest thing we have to do on this trip. Give up the old Schwinn World Sport, the best sport in the world? I may cry.
Bike life goes on. It gets old, then it gets awe-inspiring again, and every once in a while we stop and wonder how the heck we have made it this far and are surprised by how long we have been over here. We pass through so many towns that I forget towns altogether sometimes. I have spent a lot of time now with a good bro, Zach Dean. Do we ever get tired of each other. Yes. Well not too bad usually. Sometimes we have to argue over directions and places to camp. Actually the other day we both had to acknowledge that we were being arrogant and unpleasant dudes. Troop morale has improved since. Now we are looking to the future and seeing what the Lord has stored up for it.
We have been camping out a lot. In an abandoned building here, in the middle of nowhere there. When we get tired of camping we find a hostel, and most are usually pretty cheap, clean and have more character than a hotel. We recently camped right on the beach where a lot of US troops arrived in 1944 to cut through France to Austria. We were proud, so proud.
Spare time consists of playing cards, eating a lot, looking off into the distance, an occasional pipe smoke, and Bible reading. Cards? That would consist of one of three games depending on our mood: cribbage, golf or rummy. We try to play in the coolest places possible. Reading. I am currently reading a lot in the old testament, and just finished Daniel. He saw a lot of crazy visions. I am seeing the value of the OT and picking up on so much of the prophecy of the new covenant. It's crazy to see how all of history led up to it and now we live in it!
Well, I will try to post more often on here.
Okay, love and miss everybody. Au Revoir!
And the pickpocketers almost got me. We were coming up out of the subway, and I happened to have my wallet in my back pocket for some dumb reason, and then I got wierd vibes and noticed a couple guys following really close behind me. One dude made a move for my wallet, but I was paying attention and pushed his hand away. He then patted me on the shoulder a couple times, which I guess was some kind of distraction stunt for his buddies to try for it. But it didn't work so they scampered off and tried to act like they hadn't done anything. Anyway, thank God I got outta there just fine.
After Barcelona we knew it was time to hit the road. We set out and crossed the border into France. It felt like a cold slap to the face right when we got to France. We biked for three days, then it snowed on us camping out one night. We didn't sign up for that. So we biked a miserable bike ride out of that campsite through a major headwind to Sete, from which we decided to jump on a train to Marseille. Got to Marseille and got a hostel. Here I met my only other fellow Tennessean so far, a guy from Nashville. We also met a fellow Christian who just completed a trip to Uganda.
Marseille is the second largest city in France, and we liked it. It has a lot of history of course, like every city over here. The harbor is huge. We walked all over Marseille and left it begging for mercy. We could see the Chateau d'iff also off the coast. It's the famous French version of Alcatraz but way older. It and Marseille are also in the excellent film Count of Monte Cristo if you've seen it.
The weather has stayed cold ever since. Everybody here says it never ever gets this cold. I think warm weather is coming the next few days though. So next we head toward Italy. We are gonna bike into Monaco, a tiny really rich country right on the coast, just to say we've been. Then we bike to the first city across the Italian border.
Our plan from there is to hop on a train into Italy and by-pass the northern mountainous part. We have a couple reasons: cold, possibly snowy mountains and tunnels we have been warned to stay away from, time limit to get to Rome, and Zach's achilles tendon which has been acting up (I had the same thing pedicabbing in NYC, but it's not serious). We will then cruise right down through central Italy and tuscany to Rome, the final destination. It would be really expensive to get the bikes with us all the way back home, so we are contemplating selling them, which may be the hardest thing we have to do on this trip. Give up the old Schwinn World Sport, the best sport in the world? I may cry.
Bike life goes on. It gets old, then it gets awe-inspiring again, and every once in a while we stop and wonder how the heck we have made it this far and are surprised by how long we have been over here. We pass through so many towns that I forget towns altogether sometimes. I have spent a lot of time now with a good bro, Zach Dean. Do we ever get tired of each other. Yes. Well not too bad usually. Sometimes we have to argue over directions and places to camp. Actually the other day we both had to acknowledge that we were being arrogant and unpleasant dudes. Troop morale has improved since. Now we are looking to the future and seeing what the Lord has stored up for it.
We have been camping out a lot. In an abandoned building here, in the middle of nowhere there. When we get tired of camping we find a hostel, and most are usually pretty cheap, clean and have more character than a hotel. We recently camped right on the beach where a lot of US troops arrived in 1944 to cut through France to Austria. We were proud, so proud.
Spare time consists of playing cards, eating a lot, looking off into the distance, an occasional pipe smoke, and Bible reading. Cards? That would consist of one of three games depending on our mood: cribbage, golf or rummy. We try to play in the coolest places possible. Reading. I am currently reading a lot in the old testament, and just finished Daniel. He saw a lot of crazy visions. I am seeing the value of the OT and picking up on so much of the prophecy of the new covenant. It's crazy to see how all of history led up to it and now we live in it!
Well, I will try to post more often on here.
Okay, love and miss everybody. Au Revoir!