Last Monday, before my back decided to put me out of commission, I biked to our camping via train ride to Leiden then I did a short 3 km kayak paddle in the canals around the Spijkerboor Camping.
I jumped on the bike. I rode much slower than normal. I took my time riding towards Lisse, the home of my former job location, the Keukenhof.
Now, all of my blog readers and inspiring writers, please don’t hate me as I am typing this blog in what most writers would consider the prime writing location and conditions. I have a room/office with an ocean view.
There are not many things at my age that I can say are totally new experiences. Yesterday was the exception…
I criss crossed through the city looking intently for the bike point signs and then stopping and referring to the map.
Once again for as many times that day I was back on the right path and feeling good. The rain had slowed down a bit and the wind was now behind the large dike that contained the River.
One early morning in mid May I started out on an adventure to solo 80 km bike ride across the Dutch countryside to the location of our seasonal camping spot in Oud-Alblas. This bucket list item had been eluding me for years…