One Man Down

After the day on the lake and arriving at our beautiful little casa I am a little hesitant to get on the bike for our "gentle rolling hill" bike, but I gear up and expect the worse.   It was actually the best ride of the trip.  It was about 7 miles to a great little coffee spot and then 7 miles back.  There were a few sharp turns and gravel roads, but all and all a very pleasant ride, for me anyway.  After coffee Tom and I headed back, because after a full day I like to try to grab a nap before dinner.  We made it back in no time and decided to sit by the pool and wait for the others.

                     About 10 minutes later Sandy come riding up on the back of  a motorcycle, and I am secretly envious that she has come up with such a great plan to avoid any further hills.  She gets off very slowly and we find out that she had a bad spill on the sharp turn where the loose gravel was.  Later we came to learn she broke 2 ribs.  Her husband Paul, who is an orthopedic surgeon, thought the best course of action would be not to go to a Central American hospital, they don't do much for broken ribs anyway.  Needless to say that was the end of  Sandy's riding, and again I am a little envious.