Turns out superweek has a pretty high caliber of racing and our week of not-quite-training left us a little unprepared for this level of carnage. I think I lost impetus in the race when a break of 13 lapped the field. (We should have known something was up when a German ProTour rider walked into the cafe where we were chilling and asked in his busted English "Where do I sign?") Oh well. It was a good opener for the racing to come.
After a 45 minute cool down we were chatting up some locals and they insisted we come back for dinner. Legendary hospitality! They plied us with homemade pizza and salads of all kinds, Arnold Palmers and more baked goods than you could shake a stick at. Nicer people you couldn't hope to find. Made my day!
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