Today was part of a couple of days' pattern. I rode 20 miles as the map above shows. I enjoyed some wonderful interactions with people I met where my mom lives. The residents are amazing and the staff delightful. And I took a few things off the bike in the ongoing effort to lighten the ride. Who needs a chair anyway?
But the today's moment of delight was at the half-way point of today's ride. Unexpectedly I came upon a fruit and other stuff market called "The Boys." I threaded the bike between a parking lot crowded with cars like the a freeway in slow-mo driven by lower-case elder folk. Inside the scene continued. Scores of folk now driving shopping carts in a in slow-mo dance. I wandered through the bakery, the cheese department, the fruits and vegetables and, in the coffee area, I picked up some Turkish. And from the cooler I grabbed a quart of fresh OJ. Biking is permission for a little gluttony. And I was thirsty. And it was delicious. And only 12 miles back.
We are laughing at your account of "The Boys!" My parents lived in Boynton Beach, and we've had many slo-mo encounters there. Looking forward to hosting you when you get to Panama City, though finding rugelach is a bit more of a challenge here! Happy Trails, Lisa & Steve
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