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In which we need some water, we cross some mountains, and enter a very different place called Bulgaria.
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In which we write a Dear John letter to Chile, our old flame, we meets wonderful Moroccan family and we eat great food.
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Today had its small challenges, but it was all around a good day – with Cedar Rapids as a somewhat surprising highlight. Cedar Rapids – The City of Five Seasons. Not quite sure what that means exactly, but apparently years ago locals re-dubbed it The City of Five Smells. Quaker Oats is based in Cedar
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Cedar Falls – Vinton, Iowa The US Department of Agriculture defines a food desert as a place where at least 20% of the residents are low income and where at least 500 people – or 33% of the population – lives at least a mile from the nearest grocery store. I don’t know about the
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(Riceville – Cedar Falls, Iowa – check out the Maps page to follow our progress or Diana’s Strava feed for more on our route – though I don’t necessarily advise following it exactly – more on that tomorrow . . .) We are. Barely. Or, at least, I’m barely still alive. Diana? Of course she’s
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First off, I should assure people that we are having a fantastic time. Not everything has gone according to plan – but that’s kind of the whole point. Otherwise we would just bike around Lake Harriet over and over again. Pleasant ride. No surprises. Anything goes wrong and home is right around the corner. This
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So I spent the day thinking that maybe I wouldn’t post today. Don’t get me wrong – the day was going great. Bucolic scenes. Nice biking. Quaint covered bridge in the cute little town of Zumbrota. Good bike path (that is, not some annoying cobbled together thing like yesterday’s trip to Hastings) into Rochester. But
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Quite a day . . . Brought the dog for a walk. Made pancakes for my Mom and Dad, Ellie, her roommates, and Diana. Packed up. Forgot my gloves – which comes into play later. Said goodbye to my parents, Ellie, her boyfriend, Jacob, and her roommates, Lauren (via FaceTime or something), and a bunch
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Don’t know when [we’ll] be back again. (If you don’t know that song you’re clearly from another generation. You can still be here, but you’re suspect. Suspect I tell you . . .) Okay – so we’re planning to leave tomorrow (Friday). Like, really leave . . . If you want to help see us
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And you thought it couldn’t it get any worse . . . I guess it can always be worse . . . You know what is worse than one tick-borne illness? Two tick-borne illnesses. I went in to see Dr. Swank on Friday. This was supposed to be a follow up visit – just to
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In which John is diagnosed with a virus (by himself) and Dr. Liu intervenes to save the trip.
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Diana and I embark on a prep ride for the big trip. The ride revealed a few issues – mostly around my fitness. A little miscalculation leads to setting up camp twice, but we emerge better off for it and we are looking forward to our upcoming adventures.
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