Arriving in Avila
Sitting on the hotel room bed, I just saw a commercial for Smirnoff featuring George Clooney, complete with his raised eyebrows and even saying "Magnifico" at the end -- just like Lost in Translation. While I rolled my eyes at that, I had to adjust my position so that my butt rested in between two bed springs, rather than let one spring bottom out under my weight. Yes, this may be the worst bed I've ever slept on.
The location of the hostel the team picked is pretty cool. Inside the city walls of Avila, the cobbled streets and plazas and restaurants are some of the best I've seen in Spain. We downed plates of pasta, tons of bread, salad, and after the Cuban's insistence, Jose divied up the single bottle of wine. As I sipped it, noticing it's high alcohol content, I felt myself get a bit confused; after a moment I realized they were playing a Deck the Halls instrumental as background music. WTF. Wow, Spain, wow.
The team arrived in normal fashion. One team car and the team van, hammering along Spanish freeways at 130-150kph. The rolling fields were gold with lonely trees here and there. And it was hot. The only thing that really lifted my heavy eyelids? Ayala, the assistant director, slamming on the breaks and laying on the horn until the person in front of us got out of the passing lane. Or maybe a 270 degree highway exit that slammed me either up against the window or against a fellow racer.
After dinner I had a chance to see the city walls lit up. Easily one of the more amazing sites I've seen in Spain. Huge and spectacular. In twilight, with Venus peaking over one of the walls, having cafes with team... something to remember.
Tomorrow could be really hard. I'll let you know how it goes.
The location of the hostel the team picked is pretty cool. Inside the city walls of Avila, the cobbled streets and plazas and restaurants are some of the best I've seen in Spain. We downed plates of pasta, tons of bread, salad, and after the Cuban's insistence, Jose divied up the single bottle of wine. As I sipped it, noticing it's high alcohol content, I felt myself get a bit confused; after a moment I realized they were playing a Deck the Halls instrumental as background music. WTF. Wow, Spain, wow.
The team arrived in normal fashion. One team car and the team van, hammering along Spanish freeways at 130-150kph. The rolling fields were gold with lonely trees here and there. And it was hot. The only thing that really lifted my heavy eyelids? Ayala, the assistant director, slamming on the breaks and laying on the horn until the person in front of us got out of the passing lane. Or maybe a 270 degree highway exit that slammed me either up against the window or against a fellow racer.
After dinner I had a chance to see the city walls lit up. Easily one of the more amazing sites I've seen in Spain. Huge and spectacular. In twilight, with Venus peaking over one of the walls, having cafes with team... something to remember.
Tomorrow could be really hard. I'll let you know how it goes.
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