Bicycling Between Drinks

We left Rimarts slightly buzzed and extremely happy. Kim and I set off towards our 2nd mystery vineyard with little idea of where exactly it was located. Our workaway host, Anthony had drawn a couple of lines on a local map. We figured that the map and GPS that I have would be able to get us there, no problem.

Kim and I fuelled by Cava and excitement, paced down the road through some beautiful wine country. We were constantly riding along side vineyard that had such unique and vivid colours. You could tell the difference between plots of grapes by the different shades of green leafs shooting off the vines.

Most of the farming roads that we have traveled on in Spain will occasionally bring us through a small farming town, and this road was no different. To us most of these villages have started to meld into a mix of old and new houses that are only slightly unique.

So to us the best thing about the ride was definitely seeing the wine country that rolled along with the hills, but if you are new to Spain there are some charming villages along the way. We always love having fresh road under our tires, so it felt good to be riding somewhere that we have never been before. Especially after being in one spot volunteering for a week.

I'm not sure if it was the stress of not knowing exactly were to go and being on a timeline or the wine that started to affect me but Kim and I started having some communication issues. Needless to say all of these things added up and I ended up getting us lost and headed in the wrong direction, down the wrong road.

Luckily we didn't get far before realizing our mistake so it wasn't that big of a deal. We finally figured out exactly where we were and where we needed to be, and set off once more in the right direction.

We pedalled most of the rest of the way in silence, surrounded by gorgeous country. Kim and I had taken a road that ran parallel to or destination so on the loop back around we reentered the valley of the grapes. At the edges of the valley limestone foothills rose up and further out we could see the mountains that separated the wine country from the Mediterranean Sea.

As we road along the cross road when our wine tasting guide Anthony pulled up from behind us in his van, to see if we were doing okay. After talking with him we realized that our getting lost wasn't exactly our fault. The roads had been under construction and no longer followed the map.

We had a laugh about our mishap and then took advantage of the trailer hooked to the back of the van. I quickly loaded our bikes up and went the final 8km the easy way.
We were eager to get to more wine tasting and didn't want to miss the group.
And we are happy that we did so because the second vineyard was even better that the first.