Starting from where I left off, my old lady of a car survived the trip to the mountains of Andorra. Required quite a lot of first gear pushing, including one time to the police station, because I apparently parked illegally. Who knew? Well, they knew... Nevertheless, I got my car back!
And aaanyway, I didn’t need it, as I was there for a cycling ‘mini’ training camp
(p.s the police station part is not my proudest moment...).
As I'm writing this I'm chilling in my sofa. I'm supposed to pack and do some grocery shopping. But the clothes I just washed and hang to dry is all wet again, because it started to rain, so that's just great. Plus to go grocery shopping you need to get dressed. And who like to wear pants anyway? Not even talking about bras. Dah, okay okay, I stop writing and I will go.
Reflect what you desire, become what you respect