The grass is always greener, I reason to myself as I find myself missing family and friends back home. The nephews and nieces, who have learned how to walk, run and dance in my absence. My friend´s new homes I have never visited.
Recently, I realized that although I love bicycle touring´s simplicity of eat, sleep, cycle, wake up and do it again, at times the lifestyle lacks intimate human connection. Time alone is a good thing, I reason with myself but perhaps 4 years solo is just too long. And, I do look forward to the day when I am not just a voyeur, only sharing a quick smile as I cycle by. I have tackled the lonesome blues, more times than I can remember. When I was hit by a bus and miraculously not injured, I realized that we all get only one life. One short great exciting life to do everything we ever wanted to do. By turtle speed on a pedal bike, to cycle a line that rounds the world is what I wanted to do, could I have not chosen a shorter, easier goal. Only ¾ of the way around the world, let me be the first to admit that I am loosing my momentum. My unending curiosity, the fuel that propels my legs to push the pedals has finally started to fade. Could I have not chosen a smaller planet to try to pedal? I have to laugh at my overly zealous self.
But that is exactly the point, is it not? No matter what this crazy world brings us, are we not supposed to laugh as much as possible and cherish our loved ones. This morning on facebook, I got both, when my oldest friends from home sent me these cartoon images. Please enjoy today´s laugh as we all ponder is 4 years too long for a bike tour?
