Moja przygoda w Lebie

“Moja przygoda w Lebie” to krótka notatka o tym w jaki sposób Madison wsiadła po 15 latach na rower. Przygoda rozpoczyna się pewnego weekendu w Lebie, podczas przejażdzki na wydmy.  Madison po raz pierwszy od 15 lat wsiadła na rower starając  zachowywać równowagę, choć zdecydowanie po takiej przerwie było to trudne zadanie, jednak wykonała je bez większych problemów. Jak dowiadujemy się pod koniec opowieści niestety zdarzył jej się niewielki upadek, jednak nic się nie stało. Spacer po wydmach okazał się dla niej czymś niespotykanym, ponieważ nie widziała nigdy pustyni oddzielającej jezioro od morza. Powrót z wydm również wywarł na niej wielkie wrażenie, bowiem podczas spaceru po plaży jej współtowarzysze udali się popływać. Sytuacja miała miejsce w dzień dość chłodny, z pewnością więc Madison zapoznała się z tutejszym “morsowaniem”.

   In Canada, people like to use the phrase "its just like riding a bike." It means that once you learn how to do something, you never forget. To ride a bike you have to learn how to balance and use different parts of your body together. This requires lots of practice and usually comes with quite a few scrapes and bruises. Even though it can be hard to learn how to ride a bike, our bodies will never forget. At least that is what I have always heard people say. However, over the weekend I put this to the test. ​On Saturday I went to Leba for the second time. This time it was the off season so it was quiet and the streets were nearly empty. We parked the vehicle in town, unloaded the bikes and the adventure began.

    From the vehicle we biked through the town to the dunes. I know this may not sound very adventurous but the truth is that I have not ridden a bike in fifteen years. I was very slow to start. And very tense. I also had a hard time going straight. It felt like an outside force was pulling me into the road. But there was no outside force, only me and my terrible biking skills. All the little cracks and holes felt like giant potholes. I tried my best to avoid them, but my lack of skill was obvious when I hit them anyway. Even though riding a bike after fifteen years was "just like riding a bike," I was so happy and relieved when we made it to the dunes.

       I have never seen anything like the dunes. They were so much more incredible that what I was expecting. But I also found the dunes to be very strange. I don't understand how a desert can exist in between a lake and a sea.
From the dunes we walked to the Baltic Sea. The water was too cold for me, but my company, Adam and Kathrin were braver and jumped right in. I walked along the shore and took in the sights. From here we headed back to Lebork.
And yes, I did crash the bike.