This picture isn’t all that. It’s the sort of generic picture you scroll past on Facebook and think nothing of. I suppose in the eye of someone different, every single shot I’ve ever taken might ignite the same feeling.
The reason I like this shot, however, is because it sums up our day in Girona, Spain, perfectly. It was a sweltering day – although compared to some of the 46 degree days in this week, it was comparatively cool – and we had just summited Rocacorba (A famous climb in Girona).
Since myself, Jim, Dave & Rob are all really competitive, none of us dared stop on the way up a climb, for fear of being caught by each other, or looking sluggish on the Strava segment. (Sad, I know, but whatever keeps you motivated, eh?)
Since myself, Jim, Dave & Rob (See the picture of us all eating breakfast) are all really competitive, none of us dared stop on the way up a climb, for fear of being caught by each other, or looking sluggish on the Strava segment. (Sad, I know, but whatever keeps you motivated, eh?)
After getting to the top of this famous climb, and taking in the absolutely stunning views, we started our descent back down. About a third of the way down the climb, we spotted an old lady, with a single trestle table, red checkered table cloth, and a plethora of drinks and fruit.
I can’t remember just how much we payed for half a kilo of cherries, a few cokes and some water, but i know it was shocking cheap.
Myself and Dave tried our best to woo the 80-something year old woman with our broken spanish, and ended up asking her about her cows roaming around her grounds, I think.
I could include a gorgeous picture of the top of the climb, with the views, greenery, clouds n’ all, but this is the memory that sticks with me from that week. 4 of us, speaking rubbish Spanish, eating gorgeous cherries, and just enjoying each other’s company.