We’ve tried to document a typical day’s food intake for two hungry cyclists in Spain. Note we normally wouldn’t have two dinners but this day began with a free camp outside Biescas and ended with an offer of a comfortable bed in Gerbe.
Breakfast
Bread, Jam, Chocolate croissants, ham and cheese pastry (we found an awesome bakery).


Snack
Jam filled pastry from second awesome bakery.

Lunch
Sandwiches (note crisps as a legitimate filling), Kas, banana and chocolate croissants.



1st Dinner
Really hot spicy risotto with salami and vegetables and bread outside Gerbe.

2nd Dinner
Mushroom soup, chickpea and spinach stew, Spanish tortilla and bread, strawberries, chocolate croissants and cream. Not wanting to seem too strange, we didn’t photograph dinner number two, but it was lovely.
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We cycled into Bilbao from our hilltop free camp (where we had our first experience of ticks on the trip so far) using the Garmin Dakota GPS for our first serious piece of city navigation – it performed like a charm. Arriving at the Hostel a little early we circled the block before carrying out some tent-drying/wind-sculpture-art-installation outside the Guggenheim. – Posted by Justin
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Arriving at the La Vega campsite wearing full winter cycling kit I felt a little over dressed for the spring sunshine, even though I was only beginning to feel my fingers and toes after the 16km descent from Puerto de San Glorio. Our priorities were shelter, food and warm showers as we tried to recover from the cycling of the previous two days. – Posted by Justin
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There was a real egg shaped chocolate shortage in the lead up to Easter in Spain. No foil wrapped cheap chocolate in sight, no box sets of cartoon themed cups and hollow eggs, no Cadbury creme eggs. It made us start to wonder what countries shared the commercialised traditions that we’d grown up with. New Zealand, Australia, the United Kingdom – of course. America? Probably. – Posted by Emma
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I caught sight of the Cantabrian mountains as our ferry pulled into Santander, big giant beasts of mountains with snow stuck to them which loomed over the city. While the coast embraced spring, the mountains stayed in view for the first few days as we acclimatised to Spain and headed slowly West towards the Picos de Europa national park. – Posted by Emma
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As we set out on a short 40km day towards Tolosa the promise of a comfy bed and spending some time with a Basque family kept our legs happily spinning up the hills. The day was fine, the scenery was rolling hills and Emma’s cafe solo was drunk in a bar with signed Tour de France posters on the wall. – Posted by Justin + Emma

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Dear Jus & Emma, Love your message about the food. Just wondering…… are you, by any chance,in denial about an unacknowledged addiction to chocolate croissants or awesome pastries from awesome bakeries? I’ve got the same addiction, especially to the ones filled with creme brulee… Mum xxx
This is the kind of fuel you need to climb the hills in the Pyrenees!
Wow pack it in! I can totally understand the volume intake and we found the same on our short trip in Portugal. I found cycling on an empty stomach puts you into a dull mong that makes you ignore the view until you find some food!
You posted food! I’m thrilled, especially by the crisps in the sandwich…pure genius. Amazing website by the way! Chloe x
Please send 1 x Jam filled pastry from second awesome bakery by return.
Thank you.
You’re making a pregnant woman hungry.Lol
Based on the large volume of comments about this post expect more regular posts about food soon.
Right now Im drinking a Spanish hot chocolate (just melted chocolate basically) and awaiting a lunch appointment with a friendly Australian guy we just met in Olot, so food still featuring heavily in daily activities.
I’ve not yet bothered to read this food diary. I’m writing this so it can’t be claimed that I’ve not written anything.
Most of this journey up to now seems to be standard fare, I am waiting until you discover either a dead body/suitcase full of euros/a puncture or loose mudguard.
There seem to be a lot of comments, so bandwagon on.
ps. Last night I had scallops and snapper with a feijoa salsa.
(all made by my own fare hand).