Sandwich Lady

It was a strange morning. I woke up at 6 am, looked out the window, saw blue skies, and immediately got ready for a long sixty km bike ride. I was excited for sunshine because during yesterday's ride I got soaked and my whole back was covered with a layer of mud. I got dressed, washed dishes, ate oatmeal, plugged in the water heater, filled my water bottle and then lay back down for 5 minutes. The next thing I knew it was 9:30 am. Strange. I am a morning person and it is hard for me to sleep in.

I did not go on the sixty km ride. Instead I only rode for two hours because the sky grew gray and the wind was tough. I am not a fan of biking against wind.

Before heading north, I stopped at the back gate sandwich lady to get homemade bread stuffed with tofu noodles, onions, cucumbers, and radishes. She is one of the nicest people I have met. She always gives me free food, free porridge, free eggs, free sandwiches and free advice.

I waited for a fresh batch of bread and watched the playground that had people with disabilities practicing for a sports meet. The bikers were back but this time their helmets were being worn the way I would wear them. One biker was missing a leg and their coach was missing an arm.