I’m stealing the internet from a restaurant right now, and sitting right next to a dumpster with Idan, trying not to be discovered.
On the 14th I went back to the airport to meet the house “mother and father.” These are the two people in charge of From there, we rented cars and drove to the village where we are staying in Comblain. It’s about 30 km from Liege, and 25km from Huy (where stage 9 left from just a few days ago). The roads here are narrow and very scenic. My first race is this friday, and I am feeling less sick every day. Yesterday I rode moderately hard for 3 hours by myself before the team showed up. Then I went on a 1 hour easy ride with some of the team. There are 25 riders, ages 16 to 22.
We’re staying at a huge brick house that used to be a hotel. It’s 3 stories high and has about 700 rooms. The past few days I have been starving because there was no food at the house, and at the hotel all I had to eat was half a loaf of sourdough bread that I brought on the plane. For some reason, I began to assume that I’d be hungry the entire trip and that in Belgium, no one eats. And considering the price of food here, that might not be too far from the truth. A candy bar is $1.50!! But when the team got here yesterday, they began complaining that there was no food in the house. I sighed a sigh of relief. Good. I wasn’t the only one. That night, after the house mother and father (Gioa and Ada) went shopping, we went through mounds and mounds of pasta. And this morning we cleared out about 10 boxes of cereal. And the true training hasn’t even started yet. Ok, time to go.