Remember who you are.

15 days to go
distance travelled:95.7 miles
Time in saddle:8hrs 3 mins
Overall time travelled: 4216.5 miles
I had a terrible sleep last night. I had the most horrendous nightmare. I won't go into detail but I woke up sobbing about 3.00am. It's really weird what you dream isn't it? The room was fine . I had to share a bathroom. I was hoping it would be with a Scandinavian super model....but it was probably with an hairy arsed Spaniard.....never saw one but you can dream...the model, not the Spaniard.
I had breakfast for the first time in ages. Cereal with coffee and fruit juice...it really hit the spot, I should try it more often. I was a little worried about getting to Barcalona. The journey there was fine but trying to get into the city was frustrating to say the least. The roads between the cities are great and the roads in the cities are even better, for cyclists that is. Trying to get in and out of cities is horrendous.
I came across a fellow cyclist pushing his bike. I pulled long side and askedd if he was ok. The look of confusion was an indication that he didn't speak English. I used the international sign for Ok, two fingers in a circle. I was stripped to the waist, my shorts weer rolled up and they looked like 1970's porn shorts and I was foreign....no wonder he was worried....the hand signal probably meant something different in Spanish....like get your bottom out or similar. he nervously waved me away and I didn't make the situation any easier by winking at him as I went past....it just seemed right at the time....dick head.
I did quite a few hills today and to be honest I really enjoyed them...I must be getting sadistic...maybe I am becoming kinky by wearing the Lycra....you should try it.
I stopped in a few old towns to get drinks and stuff but I didn't really feel like eating. I usually love my food but I am finding it difficult to eat.
I had a period when I found it really difficult but I expect that. It is funny how it can suddenly just happen. I phoned my brother, Kevin and we talked about how the ride was going. He said "remember that you are an O'Brien" I had the exact conversation with Daniel,. my son who is in the army about three months ago. He was having quite a brutal time on a promotional cadre about three months ago. He wasn't sure if he would get through...he did and I am very proud of him. It's funny how things seem to take priority. When you are hanging out of your pants on a steep hill in terribly hot weather things like that matter...who you are, where you are from, your family, how you were brought up. They meant everything to me today....friends too. It sound naff but I've been a very lucky person and I appreciate it more now than I have ever done.I'm sorry for getting emotional but nothing else matters....those are the things that get you through, and they should be recognised.
I will be in France this time tomorrow. I can't believe how quickly it has gone....two weeks and I will be home...bring it on.