We have recently rented bikes. And now that we have them, I have no idea why we waited so long. Getting to class takes less than half the time, we are able to explore the town more, and running to the grocery store is not as time consuming or exhausting. After righting this last sentence I realized I need to expound upon our first trip to the grocery store with our bikes.
Now we knew we wouldn’t be able to fit all our groceries into our handlebar-mounted baskets, so I sported a hiking backpack and we took off. Sidenote: Ayla loves riding in her bikeseat. Grocery shopping went smoothly as normal, but the packing up to leave was the most interesting part. All told, by backpack was brimming, as were the two baskets on our bikes and a pack of disposable diapers was hanging from my handlebars. But it was manageable. The only question mark was a pack of eggs placed on the top of Jo’s basket.
So we took off, quickly realizing that bumps in the road were our biggest enemies. And, soon enough, one of those enemies claimed some victims. The casualties: 5 eggs. It was hard to handle, but we know that their scattered remains on the bike path will serve as a monument to their sacrifice and as a warning to all other travelers going to and form the market.