Today we stumbled from food to Internet to book shop - how the mighty cycle tourers fall so readily from exercising grace. A few weeks back we were pounding the streets and now a 40 minute run was all we could muster to justify a dinner of pizza and beer. I had, however, forgotten how much easier it is to run in the evening, and with far less tourists clogging the streets (ahem) we enjoyed it at speed.
Settled in front of the television with some last minute packing for Vegas, we tried to think of positives about being home again in little over a weeks time:
- We would be able to watch a program without the incessant advert breaks, although I would strangely miss the speeded up disclaimer at the end - like this bag of nuts contains nuts
- A queue would no longer have to be a line
- Forget 'a la mode' - I would like ice cream with my dessert
- No more inch wide cracks around the toilet door
- I no longer have to claim I need a rest and instead can go to the toilet with pride.
- No more crazy whipped butter or squirty cream
- No more horns sounding when cars are locked
I realise this list seems negative, but really it was just a way to make ourselves feel there were positives about going home again. We were happy with our erroneous beliefs.
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