That day I learned the rule of the road: when in a bike lane, yield to the bus. . . (at least in downtown Austin)
My husband is sharp and sure of himself on a bicycle, on unfamiliar streets, amid traffic, and somehow he navigates me along. . . the next morning he mapped a 10 mile ride and we explored a tamer part of Austin.
But I stopped to pull out my camera. . . again to tie my shoe. . .and again to avoid a collision-
"Let's share the pumpkin bread in my basket and find coffee/hot chocolate," I suggested.
So- in the line at Starbucks a conversation floated from behind me, "Ahh, listen to that beautiful Spanish!" I whispered to my husband.
"I can't catch it all- they're talking too fast, must be Argentinians." he whispered back.
Later we sat in an office in Austin and listened to a young man behind a desk talk about teachers retirement.
Retirement will be good, I think. . .we'll be strong in different ways.
Two are better than one. . . for if either of them falls, the one will lift up his companion. (Ecc 3: 9)