February 15, 2016.  On the fourth and last day of our Valentine’s trip, we decided to go biking like Belgians. Let me preface this with the fact that I’m a horrible cyclist.  I stopped riding a bike at age ten and never really learned how to use handbrakes or gears.  That’s why, when we’re at home, we ride a 1971 Schwinn Twinn tandem that Matthew purchased in a garage sale.  He gets to man the helm  while I provide the rear horsepower.  Our first date was on that bike 26 years ago, so the arrangement seems to be working. Continue reading Belgium: Biking to Damme →