Brilliant yellow golds and vibrant reds greet me on my wedding day; the sun makes the babbling brook beside us sparkle and sets the trees aflame. Family members and friends stand staggered on both sides of the makeshift aisle, a… (READ MORE)
“What…the…hell…were…those…guys…thinking?” Each word I utter comes out in a puff as I slowly chug up the mountain we are climbing. Every bend in the road I groan in horror as I read a new grade sign. We are on the… (READ MORE)
About a day or so from Ljubljana, we arrive at the home of Emilia and her family, a charming little place on a hill with a detached garage, terrace, and garden on the other side of the road. Emilia answers… (READ MORE)
Northern Italy was chalk full of extreme highs and lows for our trip. Some of the places we have visited were undeniably romantic and incredible, but overall, the cycling journey was slow and arduous. It was definitely the country least friendly to cyclists… (READ MORE)
Everything is cloaked in darkness as we step off our train onto the platform. I need to use the W.C. (restroom), but the one at the station is the squat kind, with just a basin built into the floor. It… (READ MORE)
Kyle and I loved Switzerland. It is a land of incredible beauty and lovely people. Upon our arrival, we had been immediately informed that the Swiss were reserved (“The Swiss will open their windows but not their doors”); however, Kyle and I… (READ MORE)
Lidia, Technically France on Her Way to Zurich We meet Lidia in France, but after we have published our People Profiles. Luckily, she is originally from Zurich and on her way there on a single gear bike (with braking power)…. (READ MORE)
There are cycling days when you really have to have a great sense of humor. This is one of those days. Kyle and I are cycling in 90 degree weather, soaked in our own sweat, plagued with biting flies and… (READ MORE)
An older woman approaches us outside a café in Fontainebleau, paying us a compliment in French. We think we know what she is saying, but in case she wants a response, we indicate with my poor French that we don’t… (READ MORE)
Germain and Bernadette, Lezinnes, France Arriving at our campsite along the Burgundy Canal, Kyle and I encounter a problem – the campsite manager only speaks French! For the most part, there are no issues communicating the basics such as cost,… (READ MORE)