A “nero” to be tourists in Pamplona, our best family style albergue pilgrim meal yet, and more Iberican serrano ham.
Our first few days include resting my knees, a 12th century partially pagan abbey, a surprise albergue pool, and plenty of café con leche.
Nearly 18 miles and 4500 feet of elevation gain really tested us but we made it and crossed the border into Spain.
Beautiful Bruges lace and Belgian canal hopping is marred by an excruciating day of travel.
Rural coastland takes me into Belgium, Bruges, and my baby.
After 3 weeks apart Vanessa and I finally meet back up in the Dam for some good fun with Amy.
We ride from Leiden to The Hague and then I finally get to ride the LF1 Noordzee route from Scheveningen to Zandvoort.
While you were all watching the eclipse I was having a pleasant day riding through the forest of Amsterdam.
300 miles later I have officially made it to Amsterdam and take several days to just be a tourist.
The city route turns out to be a happy accident when I get to experience 2 markets and several lakes in and around this quaint little town.