It’s not that I don’t like Spain, it’s just… well… Oh, I don’t know.
I feel bad; we’ve set off on this epic adventure riding our bikes through France and through Spain, no planned route and brand new places for us to explore. We first set foot in Spain on day 8 (ignoring our accidental border crossing on day 6) and riding 540 miles, we blasted straight through the entire country and arrived at our destination the very same day. 8 days later on day 16 we have now done exactly the same thing in reverse; 510 miles in one day and we find ourselves back in France, having stopped for nothing but fuel and food.
I don’t know if it’s because of the heat, the language barrier or something else entirely. Does Spain intimidate me? Is it because it’s that much more different than and that much further away from home? When we first got to France we were faced with the same problems we would’ve had in Spain; We couldn’t speak to anybody, we didn’t know where we would be sleeping, we didn’t even know if we’d be eating every night (and indeed didn’t one night). Whatever the reason Spain is now behind us; we rode there in a day, spent a week in the same place and rode back in a day.
Has this decision to pretty much skip what Spain has to offer made this less of an adventure? Maybe. Am I playing it safe by finding a “system” in France and clinging to it? Maybe. Does it matter? …Not really! 
Cumulative Miles: 2,469.7
