Hostel Haus

Our house was a way-point between the airport and home today - and it was excellent. We biked down to Olde Town for a couple pints and some pizza. The ride home was a bit of an adventure featuring precariously carried leftover pizza stapled between two paper plates and a nearly disastrous moment - saved brilliantly I might add - when my pedal fell off.

My friend is sure she is cursed, because both times I have ridden that bike in her presence, the pedal has fallen off. Last time was in the middle of my first (and only) triathlon.