Charles borrowed a bike this morning at the main beach in Estepona.
And he went to Reales.
It's not that hill where you go, have a soda and go down again.
It's Sierra Bermeja. From the sea to the top. Through Peñas Blancas. About 20 kilometers up. Target at 1,440 meters.
Jarda and I are at the pool.
We're looking towards the mountain. We're supposed to wave at Karl. Of course, Jarda sees nothing. I don't see Karl either, even if I take the binoculars. But we wave fair and square.
Karl says, "I'm calling you. Can you hear me?"
We can't hear.
But it's a nice idea.
Karl gave 60 kilometers that day. Huge climb. And then back down to the sea.
That's exactly Charles.
I'm with Jarda. We're going to the pool. Then to the sea. We're swimming. Jarda's talking. And Charles is somewhere high above us calling if we can hear him.
This is important.
Not just Jard's program. Even our own program.
You need to rest for a while. Go on a bike. Being alone. Or being with Jarda because she's in the mood. To not feel like someone has to save someone all the time.
That's what I call personal hygiene on the team.
The next day, I take the same bike.
Charles is with Jarda. I'm going to Estepona to get Adela.
I'll go through the city. Beach. I'm gonna take my day off. The sun. The wind. And the good feeling that I don't have to rush anywhere.
Then I'll pick up Adela and we'll go see the boys.
First dinner together in four.
You can see from Jarde that a woman on the team made him happy.
And the other days together will only confirm that.
After a week, everything sat down.
Someone's with Jarda. Someone's riding a bike. Someone's gonna walk around town. Someone's making dinner. And we'll all meet again tonight.
Jarda knows we're with him.
And we know we don't have to be around each other to make it work.