This has been a long few days. Between the crash and the driving, the trip has lost some of its spark. I feel aimless off the bike. Driving doesn’t have the same sense of purpose. We’re just moving through space, seeing the same things as all the other tourists. This dissatisfaction is bringing out the elitist in me, making painfully clear how much I hate feeling anything that might be considered ordinary.

Daddy’s lost a bit of zip too. I can tell he’s ready to be home, back to his own space and (most importantly) to his grandkids. Our crash came just as he was starting to enjoy the biking. I hope we can both enjoy it again when we get back on the bikes tomorrow.