I might not be an extrovert.

So far we've had nothing but great weather and tailwinds.  It's pretty incredible to be in a bike gang rolling about 20 deep - including four capoeira mestres (three of said wearing flags as capes). Surreal? Maybe.
A difficulty with a mob this size is - well - basically everything, actually. Herding cats. Cats who happen to be riding mechanically complex (at least somewhat) machines that can malfunction. But a good time in the process.
Yesterday I had to turn back to pick up my traveling companion, Misha, who had fallen back at the grocery store. I left the group, rode back, and wouldn't you know it, something on my bike gives out. Not a big deal - a screw in the front crank came out - but actually locked my pedals - which made the situation seem dire. Cell phone reception? No. Panic? No - rapid field diagnostics and repair. Ladywood.
During rehearsals in Santa Cruz this afternoon for the first music video Mestre balked at me for not dancing enough with my hands while dancing and singing. "But wait a minute-" you might be thinking, "I though you were on a bike tour, not making music videos?"And by you, I mean me. And by 'wait a minute' I mean I had this flash of what the what?! So yeah, I may or may not be in a capoeira music video background singing and dancing. Hopefully if this happens I will have an opportunity to shower beforehand and not be wearing chamois. Not holding my breath.
Every day is long, short, hilarious, frustrating, hot, cold, tiring, magic. Every food is astounding. Sleep? The most delicious indulgence of all. I feel like I've won the lottery.