You Can Have Your Cake and Eat It
People tell you that you can’t have your cake and eat it. Well, they are wrong. When you’re cycling all day long you deserve it. You’ve earnt it. You need it. And don’t let anyone tell you different.
Who wants a sandwich?
By the time we left San Sebastian we’d had enough of sand in our sandwiches. Much as I love the beach, I hate sand in my teeth.
It wasn’t an easy escape. San Sebastian is a popular place and the sheer volume of pedestrians and traffic made getting away something of a challenge. We had planned to carry on around the coast to visit Biarritz but rumours were that was busier still, more expensive and in French.
There was no escaping France though. Our pilgrim journey was to begin in the French Pyrenees. But before the mountains, it was goodbye Spain, for now. There was one last beach to be baguetted, across the border at Saint Jean de Luz.
Something of an attraction
There was no band playing in the stand in the verdant Place Louis XV in Saint Jean de Luz. Instead our bikes became the main attraction. We stood aside to watch the watchers peer and prod, while we headed to one of the cafes around the square for a coffee. At the next table we watched an elderly couple tuck into croissant and pastry and then the penny dropped. We were in France. No more insipid Spanish coffee. We were in coffee and cake heaven.
A dash for cash
We didn’t have enough cash to splash out on cake at the cafe, nor the pattisserie in town. All we could do was drool there. So, with empty stomach and heavy heart we decided to leave the coast and begin our journey inland towards the Pyrenees and the start of our pilgrimage proper. We decided our journey inland must begin with a dash for cash and a visit to a supermarche. With a bakery.
We tried asking for directions but our French wasn’t up to the job. In fact Kirstie’s use of the French word for dog instead of boy left quite a few locals thinking we were crossing the Pyrenees with two puppies and a baby. But then, heading out of town we found what we needed.
A well earnt cake
There is nothing that compares with the delight of fresh French pattiserie. Except perhaps fresh French pattisserie on a bike. With the amount of energy we are burning, it’s a no guilt trip. So we are working on figuring out a way to ride and eat cakes. I think it will transform our riding. At least on the French side.