2020 · The first trip
My daughters' first trip of this kind: Marta was 14. We rode with no fixed destination, from Porto ever northwards. Reaching Melgaço in the rain, we decided to head for Vila Real via Gerês and Alvão. Unforgettable.
Dad's Pedals: cycling to stay close.
Some parents take their children to the beach. Some take them to hotels. I take my daughters, Marta and Maria, cycling.
Since 2020, every year we set aside a week to drop off the map. We load the bikes, pick a direction and go. We have ridden along the Portuguese coast, the Alentejo coast, Asturias, the Ways of St James, Galicia, Gerês, Alvão and the roads and trails of Trás-os-Montes.
But this project was never about geography. Nor about sport. Not even about bikes. It is about time. Real time, without distractions. Time to talk on a climb, to fix a mechanical problem, to look for somewhere to sleep, to face rain, heat, wind or tiredness. Time to find out that hardship usually teaches more than comfort.
"A bike is fast enough to take us far, but slow enough to let us look around."
We smell a forest, hear a village, watch the landscape change, taste a meal well earned after hours in the saddle. In a car everything rushes by. On foot everything takes too long. The bike is right in the middle: the perfect pace to discover the world. And perhaps to discover who we are.
Over these years we have crossed mountains, valleys, beaches, cities, villages, historic routes and places no guidebook will ever mention. We have met extraordinary people. We have slept in campsites, guesthouses, unlikely hotels and places that were never in the plan. We changed route. We changed our minds. We made mistakes. We learned. We set off again.
In the end this project has one goal: to stay close to my daughters while they grow up. To make memories that don't fit in a phone. To teach independence without lecturing. To show that the world is bigger than our daily routine. And to enjoy the privilege of still riding side by side.
My daughters' first trip of this kind: Marta was 14. We rode with no fixed destination, from Porto ever northwards. Reaching Melgaço in the rain, we decided to head for Vila Real via Gerês and Alvão. Unforgettable.
"One day they will follow their own paths. I just hope that when they look back they remember these weeks as some of the best trips of our lives. Not because we went far. But because we went together."
Coming soon: the story of each trip.