Retracing life’s steps
Last night’s rain is still lingering as we wake this morning, and the forecast, though not dire, is not appealing. We have another big, over 70km day. It looks like rain will dog us most of the way.
But we get lucky! We leave in a sunny moment, and that moment lasts all day. So much for Accuweather!
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Life changes …
“Our culture is changing.”
I don’t know what to think about Werner’s statement. I wanted to stay in a B&B specifically to meet local people and talk to them. I feel like we are getting political pretty early in our acquaintaince .
”There’s an election coming up, about whether we stop the population at 10,000,000.”
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Just a spectacular day!
Konstanz is a great resting place, and, historically, a place to sort out the woes of the Catholic church. I never knew – even being raised a Catholic – that at one point in time there were three men who claimed to be the legitimate Pope. It happened at a time called the Great Western Schism when all went awry (maybe communications were quite so good in those days, or Papism went factional?) All the terribly important Catholic people rushed to Konstanz, and, over the course of four years they attempted to sort out not only the pope issue, but a reformation of the Church.
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Watch out for wobblers – the young and the old!
While it has rained overnight, by the time we get around to leaving Bregenz, the sun is out, the sky is mostly blue, and we join every other cyclist around heading out on what can only be described as a bike superhighway.
There are people on bikes everywhere, including the category of cyclists that I call wobblers. These are tiny little children, I reckon only three years old, with tiny legs and on tiny bikes, going hell for leather with their parents and siblings. What they have in enthusiasm and energy is equalled by their complete lack of road/bike path sense, so it is cyclist beware when there is a wobbler in the vicinity.
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