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Bilbao to Valencia: A Migration

124:36
409 mi
3.3 mph
17,650 ft
17,600 ft

Tour Overview

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The breakfast was oatmeal, banana, dried cherries, generous heaps of peanut butter and 4 squares of dark chocolate.
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Patrick Noonan went for a bike ride.

February 15, 2020

Comments

  • Patrick Noonan

    Bilbao to Valencia (February 5th-10th, 2020)It was a poetic end to a wonderful 2 years in Bilbao – I pedaled my way out of town, traversing the country by bicycle to arrive at my new home in Valencia.The idea to ride from Bilbao to Valencia was as natural as making the decision to move there in the first place. Of course I would ride my bike. Why not?!? Not only is it a symbolic way of closing the chapter in Bilbao and beginning a new one in Valencia – but it is also an experience I deeply enjoy. Long-distance travel via foot or bike allows you to really appreciate the geographic and cultural changes from the ground and live more consciously. It also generates an incredible natural high: the challenge, the movement, the exertion of energy.I was already “mostly living” in Valencia for a month or so when I flew to Bilbao on Friday to ship the final boxes from my old apartment to Valencia and to attend a Swing dancing festival at my former school in Bilbao. The festival was non-stop action: classes, social dancing, catching up with friends. So much fun and pure joy. By the end of the weekend, my legs were so sore from dancing and my heart full from so much connection, joy, insights and wonderful music. I had shipped the final boxes on Monday and the only possessions that remained were my bike, saddlebags and some supplies. At about 13h, I set off on the journey.Sleep-deprived and with incredibly sore legs, it was a challenge. The first hour was pure adrenaline, I reflected on my adventures over the past two years as I took my last ride along La Ría. So many memories, so many moments. I continued the journey over the hills and through Basauri, the pueblo where I commuted to work for 2 years, where I have fond memories of the students and teachers. I pushed on through into the rural countryside of the Basque mountains.

    • April 23, 2020