Discovering a new place on a bike makes that place feel more alive. There’s something about pedaling along the streets, in the heart of traffic, on the too-narrow-for-cars Medieval streets, across a park filled with playing school children – that makes you feel more a part of things. You’re not seeing the world from the top of a tourist bus, listening to someone else tell you what to look at. Neither are you trudging along the sidewalk, limited by the very nature of your biology to a slower pace, without the wind in you hair (no helmets here in Barcelona). There’s a kid-like thrill that comes from simply mounting a bike, pushing off, and taking flight, along the boulevards, aside the beach, around the Cathedral, past the market, all alongside the locals running their errands or hurrying to a meeting on an impossibly sunny day in an impossibly lovely city by the sea.
So, yeah, we took a bike tour yesterday.
