Moselling along.

We had a nice night In our campground, punctuated only by a strong rainstorm in the middle of the night. I believe that emergency rainfly rolling should be an Olympic event, as there is nothing better than being awakened from a deep sleep to run out In the rain and begin rolling down the sides of the tents. When done properly in the Greek style, this should be of course performed naked, and include trying to get back into the sleeping bag. 

Because we were not going as far today, We waited for most everything to dry at least some and then rolled up the wet remainders and got on the road several hours later than we did the day before.

It was lovely riding through beautiful villages and down quiet roads and paths between vineyards. It was kind of the whole point of this trip.

We continue to meet amazing and fun people. This morning at the campground our neighbors are from the Netherlands and they are spending Hurricane season riding their motorcycle through Europe while they wait to go back to their boat in the Caribbean and sail it back to Amsterdam. Just amazing people, full of experiences and equally excited to hear about what we are doing.  To them it all makes sense.

It is a little odd that most everyone assumes we are from the U.K.  It may be because of the outrageous accents we adopt while abroad, but i guess it is just a distance thing. Nobody expects Americans to come this far to ride their bicycles so far from the main tourist outposts. I continue to be as content as ever, just wandering through the backwoods of Europe and meeting people and seeing things. Liv read last night that we needed to see some old sundial in a particular village.  We kept an eye out, and sure enough, there it was. 

Except that the next village and every other village down the road continue to have these massive primitive clocks on the hill. No idea which one we were supposed to care about,  so each was solemnly noted. Wouldn't have seen any from a car.

Today we rode through Traban Trabach which is a another Medieval City of equivalent beauty to the city on either side of it. It only has any bearing on my life because in the old days of army radio in Europe, it was where the weather was from. At each hour with the news would come the weather report, duly noted as originating in Traban Trabach. Never knew where that was.

Tomorrow we have rain starting at five in the morning, and lasting through mid-morning so that should be fun. We will ride along and see things and make memories and giggle some. Make up some new arm signals for riding, and try to appreciate how special this time we have together is.