We spent the rest of the evening riding around the old town as a family. Morgan was perched in a child’s seat behind the handlebars of Ryan’s bike. She was in heaven! All weekend long she kept saying, “Daddy, I happy!” and “Daddy, I wike a bike!” and "I a wide on Daddy bike!" anytime we mentioned or headed toward the door. Her little face always had tears streaming back as the rush of air blew them back.
And the boys couldn’t get enough riding! If we were at the home, they were always asking to go out and ride on the quiet road in front of the house. That first evening, the locals seemed to enjoy our show. Both boys had only been riding bikes for a week so Ryan and I were duly nervous for our maiden family spree. And for good reason we found as McKay almost landed himself in a canal as he came off another canal’s bridge and stopped himself on a tree trunk. We had come across this little spot a few times already as we circled and explored the town on bike. A mother and daughter were sitting across the canal enjoying an evening beverage. They smiled encouragingly each time we passed, but their nervous laughter after McKay’s near miss was so endearing! For the rest of the weekend, we joked as a family that we were not trying to go swimming on this ride, ie. steer clear of the canals!