Bike Trip / Spain Journal #last

My trip is mostly over now. I can hardly think of what to say or write. I'm excited and sad, definitely, as I am inbetween things. By the time I am home, I will have ridden on seven planes, tasted three oceans and biked nearly 300 miles. I've lost and found myself, and celebrated that in full, ripped-out style. I crawled out of my reality to get to Spain, and that reality which I fly back towards is not what I left. Really, I feel powerful, vital, and vulnerable, and my future looks to be the set upon which I will rock, slow or fast, towards whatever awaits.