I'm glad I didn't start on the EuroVélo b/c if I was hitting the mountains and traffic as I did in Portugal and Spain I'd be rethinking my plans to continue by bike. You gotta go through the hard times to give you perspective during the good times.
Compared to the roads I was on before, the EuroVélo 1 feels like I'm on a roller coaster. It will hug the entire Atlantic coast of Europe when it's finished. Currently it runs from Hendaye, France to Rosccoff, France and a little of the UK. The views and sounds on the path almost sing you to sleep. I've become lazy on this trail, going slow and taking in the slights and sounds, occasionally hitting the beach to work on my tan.
The last few nights I've heard the waves crashing as a camp just seconds from the beach.
It's now been a month and I'm realizing what my capabilities and limits are. What my tolerance for is for the unpleasant. I think I'm finally adapting to a new lifestyle.