That First Morning
After spending a few months in anticipation of arriving in Europe with my bike for a week of riding, it's always the first morning we're there that it really sets in: This is happening. We're here. The air smells different and the coffee tastes better.
The drive from the airport to our home away from home is a surreal experience. Everything exists at a more compact European scale. I love remembering all the brand names you see along the road. Because so many of them are brands that sponsor the big European cycling races we've all seen on TV I immediately feel a familiarity with the place.
Everyone begins to arrive in groups, anticipation overcomes jetlag, strangers become close riding partners, we start putting our bikes together and feeling out the local area (where's the good local café? who's got a pedal-wrench? what's the climb home gonna be like? etc).
Arrival day is a giddy, good time. But really, for me, it all truly sinks in the next morning. I wake up to the new smells, views and somewhat strange European bathroom fixtures. That's when it really sets in that I'm in a Tuscany with nothing to do for a week except ride my bike and discover the people and places that will make this edition of the trip memorable.
That first morning sorta sets the tone. Who's gonna be up super early, who's gonna need a wake-up call every day, what am I going to eat? Who's gonna give Ryan a hard time for choosing the climbs on the day's route? Where's lunch?
After breakfast and last bike adjustments there's nothing left to do but get to it. And that is an incredible feeling.
Check out the Instagram pics from last year's trip: #mclucca15
And Join us for our 2016 Tuscany Camp. This May 14-21.
Get more info and reserve your spot here: Mission Cycling Tuscany Camp