Ahhh, routine. Such a comfort to have one, such a drudge if you don’t change it. In the early morning I study, then head out for breakfast.

Crepes, delicious filled with honey and cheese.

and orange juice. One for me and one for you.

Then it’s off for a bicycle exploration. Yesterday I went to a neighboring town and ran into a group of Finlandiars. They were on a guided cycle tour where they ride a distance then stop, a van takes them and their bikes to a hotel, and then they come back the next day and start from the same place.

There was someone at the front leading them, and someone at the rear to help stragglers. They were proud and excited about their big adventure. I just smiled and rode with them, happy to have some english conversations.

Then it’s back to the hotel to read and in the late afternoon off to the harbor to see what the tide has brought in.

The handsome gulls are everywhere. Their calls and flight fill the sky.

Aliens die gaspng for water and are causually bought and sold.

“When I grow up I’m going to learn how to pedal.”

There’s a crush of boats.

The lives of boats and fishermen are one.

Let sleeping dogs lie.

And then there’s a flurry of motion.

Your’s truely.

The timeless chores of fishing.

A gull’s perspective.

Time to fly.

Shooting gulls.

Sunset.

And it’s time to get a sandwich and go back to my hotel to study. Ahhh, routine.