My Australian friend Geoff visited Sara and I for almost a week. It was great. Best of all was a day-long bike ride we took, 80 kilometers all over the Taiwan countryside. At 56, he was still way ahead of me on the hills -- and there were some big ones. How my pores open to the world when I am out in it, in the open air, sweating, in love with life. How well I eat when I am on my bike. How well I sleep when I get home.
A bridge was out -- victim of a recent typhoon -- meaning we arrived home two hours later than expected, and much tireder. my poor rear end. we had to find an alternate, and much farther, bridge.
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