{"id":530,"date":"2009-07-09T14:29:22","date_gmt":"2009-07-09T20:29:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/peterstenhouse.com\/journal\/?p=530"},"modified":"2024-04-26T05:29:41","modified_gmt":"2024-04-26T11:29:41","slug":"roman-ruins","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.peterstenhouse.com\/journal\/roman-ruins\/","title":{"rendered":"Roman Ruins"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-535\" title=\"_mg_0582_rabbitsmerida\" src=\"http:\/\/peterstenhouse.com\/journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/07\/_mg_0582_rabbitsmerida.jpg\" alt=\"_mg_0582_rabbitsmerida\" width=\"600\" height=\"478\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.peterstenhouse.com\/journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/07\/_mg_0582_rabbitsmerida.jpg 1000w, https:\/\/www.peterstenhouse.com\/journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/07\/_mg_0582_rabbitsmerida-300x238.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Dawn is beautiful, and shortly after I ride over kilometre 5000. I am the only thing moving in the town of Merida. Even the air is still. Empty chairs line the plaza, the fountain is shut off. I am eager to leave this place, built upon roman ruins, and head towards a blue splotch on my map too large to be just another dry valley. I pick unripe peaches from a tree. They are crisp like apples, and tart. I crunch several and pitch the stones at roadsigns. Clank.<br \/>\nDozens of rabbits with race with me or are running away in the wrong direction.<\/p>\n<div id='gallery-1' class='gallery galleryid-530 gallery-columns-3 gallery-size-thumbnail'><figure class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<div class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='https:\/\/www.peterstenhouse.com\/journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/07\/_mg_0310_breakfastbiew.jpg'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"https:\/\/www.peterstenhouse.com\/journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/07\/_mg_0310_breakfastbiew-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/div><\/figure><figure class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<div class='gallery-icon portrait'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='https:\/\/www.peterstenhouse.com\/journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/07\/_mg_0328_5000km.jpg'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"https:\/\/www.peterstenhouse.com\/journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/07\/_mg_0328_5000km-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/div><\/figure><figure class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<div class='gallery-icon landscape'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='https:\/\/www.peterstenhouse.com\/journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/07\/_mg_0332_meridaaquaduct.jpg'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"https:\/\/www.peterstenhouse.com\/journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/07\/_mg_0332_meridaaquaduct-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/div><\/figure><figure class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<div class='gallery-icon landscape'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='https:\/\/www.peterstenhouse.com\/journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/07\/_mg_0358_roadkill.jpg'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"https:\/\/www.peterstenhouse.com\/journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/07\/_mg_0358_roadkill-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/div><\/figure><figure class='gallery-item'>\n\t\t\t<div class='gallery-icon landscape'>\n\t\t\t\t<a href='https:\/\/www.peterstenhouse.com\/journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/07\/_mg_0582_rabbitsmerida.jpg'><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" src=\"https:\/\/www.peterstenhouse.com\/journal\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/07\/_mg_0582_rabbitsmerida-150x150.jpg\" class=\"attachment-thumbnail size-thumbnail\" alt=\"\" \/><\/a>\n\t\t\t<\/div><\/figure>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dawn is beautiful, and shortly after I ride over kilometre 5000. 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