Even washing your clothes becomes an adventure while traveling.
Kim and I needed a laundromat for a good, through machine-cleaning, so we Googled ¨lavandaria,¨ the Spanish word for laundromat, and copied down directions to the nearest one. It was five or six blocks away — quite a distance, we mused.
We stuffed our clothes in big black [...]

We’ve spent the last several days on the farm, living in a camper van, and doing some pretty tough labor. One afternoon we spent pounding rocks into smaller rocks with a sledgehammer and then pouring cement over it. Another afternoon we spent filling in the cracks between tiles in an old swimming pool. Another [...]

Success!! We found an avocado farm in Granada that’s happy to take us in. It’s run by a French-Polish couple with three kids, and its the very definition of the word “rustic”: there’s no electricity, limited running water, and we sleep in little yurts.
We forged agreement speaking in Spanish on a weak phone signal [...]

We caught an 11 p.m. bus out of Málaga that arrived in Madrid at 6:30 a.m. When we pulled in, the cops told us that we can’t take my bike on the subway until 10 a.m., when rush hour ends.
We tried to sleep at the bus/subway station for those intermediate 3.5 hours, but the cops [...]

We arrived in Málaga today, a large metropolitan city on the southern shoreline, filled with palm trees and surrounded by both green hills and some of the bluest, clearest water I´ve ever seen. Kim and I spent the day on the beach and agreed it was the nicest day we´ve had since the trip began. [...]

We got taken in by the police.
Seriously.
But not in the way you´re thinking.
We asked the woman who owns the cybercafe if we could sleep in her establishment after it closes. She pointed us toward a casino and told us to ask the casino owner if we could sleep at his place.
He said no, he normally [...]

So we´ve changed SIX tires — count em, six! — in the last four days.
And we both agree ….. this is starting to suck.
This sounds like an obvious statement, but the roads here are nothing like Colorado´s roads. At home, a bike ride means cruising down a country road where traffic is sparse, slow and [...]

The sights from this morning were as breathtaking as I imagined a bike trip through the rural Spain to be. We took small, windy backroads that stretched across vast expanses of green fields, linking small Spanish village to small Spanish village, each one marked by an ancient church steeple.
We cycled 30 kilometers and stopped in [...]

Our second day of cycling the rural highways of Spain was windy beyond belief. The winds jerked my front handlebars side to side and I felt like I had no control over the bike´s direction. This, as you can imagine, was terrifying. Being swept 3 feet to the left means a certain death, with [...]