....is riding a broken bike. But really. Day two of riding bikes to our internship was quite a lesson in itself. All of the soreness from our first day riding was magnified. I didn't realize it was possible for every inch of my body to hurt....yet here I am. And somehow I ended up with the broken bike this morning....the one with bad brakes and no gear change. Yay! But through the unnatural amount of sweat dripping down my face I reached a moment of clarity. Here I am, blessed beyond measure, in a country most will never visit, in a city bursting with history, bitching about riding a bike. At least I can ride a bike. At least I have a car at home. At least my bike isn't carrying 8 dead chickens from the handle bars (believe it or not this is unbelievably common.)
I'm not going to act like I'm never gonna complain about my bike ride again, or complain about anything for that matter because I'm sure I will. But I can say that I have grown from it and I think I will continue to grow here one day at a time (cheesy and dramatic ending line is necessary.)
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