As almost every year, our second short holiday this year was one for the beach.
After all, Paula loves nothing more than to lay comatose in the sun all day long and I had my fun when I dragged my sorry ass through the Dolomites on “zee baik”…
So, she picks the destination and I’m happy wherever she finds our accommodation.
Egypt, Turkey, Tunisia, Portugal or Mallorca, it’s all good.
Mallorca, favorite preseason training ground of half the pro peloton and every other wannabe cyclist like myself?
You’re kidding, right?