Yes, I finally bought a new bike. This one rides smoother, shifts easier and is quieter (no clanking chain) than the other one. I won’t hesitate to take it on longer trips out into the countryside, and since we are supposedly off next week while the students are on practicum, I just might get out and give it a workout. It’s a Peugeot mountain bike. It didn’t cost much, about twice of what I paid for the other one and it doesn’t have shocks. It seems like a good, sturdy, lightweight bike.

There are a lot of rotisserie shops here, places where I could see whole chickens and meats spitted and roasting over open flames, but I’d never bought anything at one them until tonight. I didn’t feel like cooking, so I went to one near the apartment and got a whole chicken to go. It cost about $7.50. I thought that was a bit high, but I saw the counterman put a loaf of bread (not an American loaf, but more like a puffed up flatbread style/shape) in the sack and thought, well, at least I got a little something extra with it. I took it home, planning to cook up some mashed potatoes and peas, but when I unwrapped it, I saw that, while I wasn’t looking, they had put two loaves in and had also put in a very large order of french fries, a bag of rice and a red sauce. Well, that certainly made it worth the price. The chicken was great, but I found that it was also stuffed with a very spicy, Moroccan rice and herb dressing. Quite a good deal, actually.