Wine in the Gloomy Room

Faro, Portugal · 2026-10-02

The Faro wind was too cold to eat outdoors, so I sat with a glass of amber wine and watched the riders complain about their stiff backs. My watch buzzed with a weather alert while I forced them to down their cold pasta. It was a grey day, but we rode anyway.

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