One more try! One more try! One more try!

This is my bike. And that is the road that takes me home.
It's obviously gorgeous (although I wouldn't like to take it in Winter.) We gave each other a second chance today. Everything worked out much better. Actually, I'm writing this against my better judgment: I fell twice today, and I notice that I have lots (more than 3 at least) of bruises in my legs. But it felt much better... and that's all that matters.

I guess.

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Arely is still afraid of biking on the road, 'cause whenever she hears a car coming she panics! But, it's much better than biking in the city... potentially running over innocent pedestrians.

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I believe that making turns is not my specialty... yet. By the way, no one told me about the nontrivial difference between biking uphill as opposed to biking downhill. Non trivial at all. Right now, I'm just tired, and glad to be back home safe, without any major injuries, and with the bike in one piece. I think it's time to find a name for it.

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Oh, and we found another street market. This one is at Freney-Voltaire. Quite nice. Got some apricots, yogurt, tomatoes, and zucchini. Btw, she can't give up yet. Not quite yet.