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I can’t believe we’ve been in Croatia already 5 days! This country was high on my list of travel destinations, and wow it hasn’t disappointed in the least! I’m blown away by almost everything we’ve experienced (not all, see below for the bad stuff!).

The cycling: Croatia has an extensive system of bike trails, especially in the Istrian peninsula, where there are converted railways, marked paths through national parks, and many dedicated bike lanes near beaches and tourist areas. Many of them are unpaved, so we are thankful for our gravel bikes and lightweight touring setup. With our newly installed Schwalbe Marathon tires, we’ve only had to walk the bikes a handful on times on really rough paths where the stone from the old rail line hasn’t been cleared and on some old stone cobble roads. Otherwise we’ve been riding cyclocross style to the amusement of the other riders with full-suspensious mountain bikes.

The food and drink: It’s hard to compete with France and Italy, but when Croatia does food its own way, it’s damned good! With an abundance of truffles, fresh fish, pork products, and wild asparagus and mushrooms, we’ve enjoyed a few really nice meals. My favorite meal was at a family restaurant (konoba) in a tiny town next to our Mini Kamp. It’s a place that doesn’t exist according to Google Maps, and the menu hasn’t changed in decades: grilled pork sausage and/or cutlet with fresh salad, with a starter of a plate of home made prosciutto, pork neck sausage, and goat cheese. You sit down around 6-7pm and wait for the 75 year old friendly Italian-speaking owner to start the fire, while tasting some of the family made wine (unfiltered and delicious) and prosciutto in the meantime. Once the fire is going maybe an hour later, her son comes around and takes orders, but he only speaks German, so you have to be able to order with hand gestures or just take what you get. He lays an imaculately clean (but holey) tablecloth over the bug-infested table, and then brings your delicious meal. It’s simple home cooking but tastes amazing.

Some photos of other meals:

Pasta with shaved truffles.

Grilled brancin (sea bass) below, prosciutto stuffed calamari and boiled potatoes above.

Fresh pasta with wild asparagus and cured pork.

Donkey (!!) stew. It wasn’t tough, tender like beef. It could have been a translation error by the waitress, but she spoke really good English, so I don’t think so…

Digestifs have commonly been offered to us after meals, and they’ve been quite tasty, often described as schnapps or grappa, though they’ve always had different tastes.

The people:

The Croatians we’ve met have overall been super friendly and happy! Our favorite experiences have been the random encounters like when we stopped at a local pastry stand in the country side on our bikes. Lots of people were stopping but were the only ones not from Croatia. A gentleman ordering some bread tried to guess where we were from Germany, France, England? America, we said, to which he responded with a smile and then a grimace, “Oh, America!! … but Trump?! Melania, okay, we like.” (Melania is from the neighboring Slovenia.) After that, we bought some pastries, and the woman at the stand helped us to practice our Hrvatski (Croatian).

The 3-legged kitty at our campground. Our campground host is variously from Croatia, Italy, and Australia, and he rescued this little guy with a mangled leg and had his leg properly amputated. He runs and chases the other kitties in the yard.

The tourists:

Okay, so here is the bad part. It’s sad to see Croatia in the midst of losing some of itself just to serve the tourists here. There are stupid huge campgrounds (marketed as “camping resorts”) on the coast with thousands of people, many from nearby Germany, Italy, and Austria, all demanding their schnitzel and pasta that they can get back home. And of course these resorts oblige with ridiculously expensive bad versions of these items. We could be anywhere in the world at these places, all the Croatian is stripped away except for the perfunctory “Istrian cuisine” section on the menu. We made the mistake to stay at one of these resorts one night, and it cost more than an apartment rental, and we spent the night camped next to a group of 20 German teenagers on a weekend trip.

And, come on Germans with your electric bikes… I don’t think they work because we’ve passed all of you. And not to be judgmental, but I think for your health, you’d be better off burning the calories instead of coasting along, clogging up the bike lanes.

That said, except in the really touristy areas where we’ve been hassled to come into overpriced restaurants (I was proud to be called “Jewish” by one woman after I refused to pay 2x the going rate for a beer at one place), the Croatians generally seem to take all this tourist madness in stride, and thankfully they put up with our ridiculousness, riding our bicycles through their country.

The scenery:

What can I say, I just want to sit and enjoy the views here for a year or two, maybe more… Stunning! Photos are inadequate, but I’ll share some anyway.

If anything we hope that some of these numbers make you laugh and others make you go W?W.

• 5211.4 kilometers
• 3238.2 miles (or 6 ALC’s)
• 128,722 ft. of elevation (24.4 miles or Mt. Everest 4 1/2 times)
• 87,733 calories
• 87 days (62 pedaling & 25 rest)
• 5 countries (Portugal, Spain, France, Monaco, Italy)
• 2 continents (Europe & Africa)
• 2 flights (Marseille to Paris and back to Marseille)
• 5 trains (Cordoba, Spain day trip, Cadiz 10km to avoid a busy highway, and Siena, Italy day trip)
• 1 Uber from Marseille Airport to Vitrolles, France
• 4 degrees Celcius coldest day
• 35 degrees Celsius hottest day
• 2 days of rain
• 5 sets of brake pads (Tim-2 front and back, Steve-3 front once & back twice)
• 3 flats on the road (Tim-2, Steve-1)
• 3 flats changing out our tires to Schwalbe Marathon Plus (Tim-2, Steve-1)
• 2 new chains (one each)
• 2 bottom bracket overhauls (one each)
• 4 minor crashes with minimal road rash (two each)

Accommodations: some nights getting a hotel or Airbnb was cheaper than camping or it was just too cold to camp.  ✈️????️

• 1-Airplane (flight from Boston to Lisbon)
• 2-Caves 
• 2-Gymnasiums
• 5-Warm Showers Hosts (2 Portugal, 3 Spain)
• 5-Friends Yann & Patrice in Vitrolles, France
• 6-Hostels
• 6-Pensions
• 11-Airbnb
• 24-Camping
• 25-Hotels

Food: because you can eat anything you want while cycle touring.  Lots of jamon and cheeses were consumed also and the following is an estimate because I’m not that crazy to keep track of all the food.  ???????

• 34-Pastel de Natas
• 20-Bifanas
• 40-Tapas
• 48-Croquettes
• 32-Crosiants
• 10-Baguettes
• 12-Brioches
• 36-Pizzas
• 56-Scoops of Gelato

From the very first rose bush my eyes gazed upon, to the first slice of pizza and first scoop of gelato that touched my lips, I fell in LOVE with Italy.  It by far exceeded the expectations and dreams I’ve always had of visiting this country.  The weather couldn’t have been more perfect with 20-35 degrees of Celcius except for that one day we climbed (walked) over the Tuscany hills and it dropped below 10C with a little bit of rain that was refreshing.

The dedicated bike paths with some through old railroad tunnels are a cyclist dream come true.  We saw more cyclist in Italy than we did France, and caught the 11th stage of the Giro d Italia out of Florence.  

The pizzas and pastas were amazing and I truly understand “That’s Amore” now as I would sing the one lyric I know from that song as we were pedaling to our next destination the following day.  Fun Fact: you can’t order pizza for lunch or on Mondays for some reason.  Our favorite pizzas to order were Quatro Formaggi and Prosciutto e Funghi.  Tiramisù, Pancotta, and Cannolis were our desserts of choice after a long day of riding and dinner.

Cycling through the five fishing villages of Cinque Terre was by far the biggest highlight of Italy for me.  Most people hike between the villages or take day train trips.  It was a pure joy to spend two nights and three days in this picturesque area even with all the elevation that we are so conditioned for now….a 6 to 8 percent grade seems like nothing anymore.   Florence was beautiful as we took 4 rest days to explore with one of then being a round trip day trip by train to Siena where we just missed the Obama’s.  We also had some great food tips in Florence from our new friend Megan that we met in Portugal on one of the free walking tours we took.  Venice was amazing even with the overpopulation of tourist that we did a great job of avoiding by walking down little alley ways and going over to the park while they all stayed in St. Mark’s Square.  We also met up with a fellow ALC (AIDS/LifeCycle) friend Matteo that rode with us one day to our destination in Venice.  As in the other parts of Western Europe, we enjoyed when we were out in the country side and away from all the tourist traps.  Yes we are tourist as well and you have to see all these places such as the leaning tower of Pisa…..but do you have to take a picture with with your hands acting like you are pushing it back upright…..we think not.  We glanced at David’s genitals and butt, and sighed at the Bridge of Sighs where everyone was taking a selfie.  

We are looking forward to a slower pace in Eastern Europe and hopefully spending a month in Croatia as we wait for our Schengen Visa to renew before we explore Germany and Greece in the Fall.  

Here are some of my favorite pictures from Italy in no particular order.  Are you following me on Instagram yet?  scubastevecyclist

It’s a funny feeling that I’m starting to have after setting up our bikes for the day and taking the first few pedal strokes. It’s a feeling I recognize, but it’s out of place. I feel like I’m at home. It’s a bit hard to describe, but I guess it’s the same feeling that people who travel full-time in RVs must have when they sit at the wheel, but only more compact! I like it because, even though I’m at home, the scenery and the people around us are constantly changing.

Today we will cycle into Trieste, after a peaceful night camping outside the spa island of Grado at a quiet campground completely surrounded by water. I’m realizing that I’m more excited about seeing Trieste than Florence or Venice, in part because it’s supposed to be one of the most underrated Italian cities. No one thinks to go there, and yet, they say it has a space that rivals St. Mark’s square for it’s beauty. Venice was indeed beautiful, but the hordes of tourists are just not our thing.

Made a little video of some of the things in Venice that caught my eye. Hope you enjoy.

(Yes, it’s strange I can upload videos but not photos. I’m thinking there’s a problem with the WordPress app so may try uploading photos elsewhere from now on.)

For some reason, even after trying on multiple WiFi and cellular connections, my photos will not upload to WordPress for the blog, hence why I haven’t been blogging but you might see me on Facebook.

Until this is resolved, you may see fewer posts on here, though I may start writing some text-only posts!

This post is a few days delayed due to not having good internet…

So the Italians have this thing called an apericena, a mixture of the words apertivo (pre-dinner drink) and cena (dinner). Of course we had to try it out! For 8€ per drink (any kind of drink you’d like, whether beer or a cocktail) at Zoe in Florence, you get access to the all-you-can-eat buffet of finger foods. We had no problem making a dinner of it!

Also, we put our new Schwalbe Marathon Plus tires on, and those are the toughest damn tires to put on and take off that I’ve ever had to deal with. I broke three tire irons and popped three tubes in the process! Finally, a guy at the bike shop took pity on me and helped me out plus gave me a lesson on how to work with these tires better. Afterwards, he had some words of wisdom: “God will find your weakness and test you in it. Maybe this is your weakness. Don’t prove to me that you can put these tires on; prove it to Him because he’ll test you.” Fair enough, though I think I have plenty of other weaknesses that God could test me on; if changing tires are my penance, I’ll happily take it.

By the way, huge thanks to Florence By Bike for hooking us up with the new tires, some other spare parts, tuning up Steve’s brakes, and fixing my bottom bracket squeaking, even during their busy Giro d’Italia weekend. Really cool guys, and we enjoyed browsing their shop and chatting with other customers. They rent bikes too, if you want to go for a spin in Florence.

Here are some photos from our stay in Florence and Siena.

We’ve spent so much time in the city and touristy coastal areas, that I’ve been craving to get back to the simple life in the country.

For one of our first experience that made me happy, we went shopping at a tiny grocery store in the middle of nowhere in the Tuscan hills (actually it was just across the border of Tuscany into Emilia-Romagna, but Tuscan hills reads better). The woman working there was awesome, she spoke no English and we spoke only about 5 words of Italian, but she helped us pick out the ingredients for a pasta Bolognese dinner, dessert, and wine. We’d point at something and then she’d say no and point to something else and say “bene, bene!”, so we’d take that instead. She asked if we were American and we said yes and she smiled and laughed. When we checked out, she looked us up and down and asked something that sounded like, “is this all for just you two?” Now it was our turn to laugh; how do you explain bike stomach in Italian?

It was such a simple experience, but so incredibly different from and more satisfying than the interactions with those who are tired of dealing with tourists. You could tell she was enjoying the experience too. I’d rather have a day full of these encounters than a day of seeing all the highest rated tourist attractions. I think we’ve had a good mix on our trip, but it varies along the way.

Italy, you sure are growing on me! The drivers are aggressive, but much more predictable than the French (the Spanish are still the best!). The roads are nice with quite a few bike paths and lanes. There are tons of people on bicycles in the cities, from 10 year olds to 90 year olds; it’s awesome. People are very friendly and helpful; the food is consistently good; and the weather has been amazing! I feel the most comfortable here of any of the countries so far, and that’s despite knowing Italian the least of any language; I was lazy and didn’t even practice Italian until the 3rd or 4th day. But Italians have gone out of their way to make us feel welcome.

Today we rode out from Florence, east 35km to the top of the first climb of the Giro d’Italia bike race and watched the spread-out racers suffer up the climb. We had a great vantage point, and at one point, someone from Team Sky stopped to prepare some water bottles to hand out to the racers, so we got to hear a bit of team gossip.

Since we are heading for Eastern Europe, where we expect the roads to be a bit more rough, we are swapping out our stock tires for the famous Schwalbe Marathon Plus tires, known to last tens of thousands of kilometers. They are a bit heavier but have more tread and much better puncture resistance, so they will be better for gravel riding and on poor surfaces.

It must take a special kind of person to live in such a touristy place. During the day, everyone here is a tourist, and in the evenings, the towns clear out as everyone gets on the trains to go home. Only a few tourists stay around because there aren’t a lot of accommodations.

We stopped for a brioche this morning, and the owner of the place took the opportunity to turn our ignorance into a lesson, showing us what is a local brioche and what other regions call a brioche. It would be very easy to get annoyed with ignorance like ours, but we’ve found the people of Cinque Terre to be very tolerant. But not too tolerant. The sign in the shop read, “Don’t order eggs. You’re in Italy, so eat Italian food.” I like this mix of sticking to local traditions while respecting visitors. It’s a difficult combination.

We overheard a local server joke, “Cinque terre, cinque lingue”, referring to all the languages they have to understand!

Very glad we decided to slow down and take some time here, though. However, I’m looking forward to seeing some of the more local side of Italy too. The places where locals look at us funny and wonder why foreigners picked this place to come to.

Next, we are hoping to get to Florence in time to catch a stage of the Giro d’Italia bike race on Wednesday!