Aparthotel Poblado Arinsal

... having a beer and watching a man try to dig his van out of the snow. To my knowledge his van is to this moment where it was when I left the bar. <br><br> I just wanted to take this opportunity to post some pictures of Canillo when it's snowy and the sun comes out. Don't have too many, but figured it was worth a post.<br><br>

... charm, but it's easy to see that lots of it is maintained with the massive amounts of money that come in through rich tourists going to the ski resorts. Walking through the peaceful streets and hearing flowing water everywhere almost makes things seem eerily perfect. Like walking through a fairy tale. After a few rounds of the city, I decided to turn in a bit early as I didn't sleep much on the train over.<br><br> Today when I woke up the country had been ...

Le plan original était d'aller à Cahors visiter un vignoble, mais puisque l'on n'a pas de voiture (considérant que les vignes sont dans des champs et non au centre ville) on n'a pas pu y aller. J'ai trouvé sur internet qu'il y avait plusieurs grotte dans le sud donc on en a choisi une pas trop trop loin et on a acheté nos billet de train.<br><br>Tarascon sur Ariege est à environ 1h15 de toulouse donc ca se fait quand meme bien. C'est un ...

Found out today that the 90 day tourist visa that I thought we were granted for each country is actually for the combined Senchgen countries. Since we'll be at least 60 days in France alone, it means we won't be doing the France, Italy, Greece and then Turkey route we had planned on in the length of time we'd ...

... and being close to nature, feeling the sting of cold on my nose but being able to retreat into the warmth of my sleeping bag, and dreaming about what else is sharing the night with me. <br><br>Motherly Instincts<br><br>Full moon came and Fatty had her piglets. The cutest little things make lovely grunts when feeding which mommy echos. All huddled together under the heat lamp it&#8217;s irrisistable not to go and take peaks at them. <br><br ...

... and make 2.5kg of minced pork while I pureed the liver to make pate. Fat was rendered down to a beautiful smooth lard, and sausage meat was seasoned. It was a shame that we had no sausage skins to stuff, but the meat is still great to use in patties, balls or loaves. <br> <br>For a special treat for working through all the meat, Justin saved a special piece for Brian and I: the brain. Fried up with sage and butter and ...

... and hand hold. Until you get to the point where you can&#8217;t seem to make a move at all. Limbs getting sore and there&#8217;s no place to set your foot, and no where to grab hold with your hand. Every muscle in your body tense trying to keep you in the place where you re. Mind solely focused on the task at hand. Moving slightly, feeling around, using divets in the rock that are barely visible to support your weight. Ever upward straining ...

... between France, Spain and Andorra with 3000m peaks rising up all around. Up past charming little villages where all the little homes are made of stone stacked upon one another with only the slate rooves peeking through. <br><br>We drove the truck as far up the road as possible, and then even a little farther than we should have. Feels like complete mountain wilderness, but there are ...

... my snowmobile driving in broken English, started it first go. I hate that. Perhaps even more of a rush than the snowmobiling though was the ride back down. Having explained that we had taken "the good car" on the way up our Spanish guide now pointed in the direction of a dilapidated van and made signals to us to get pushing. Yes, really. And so, after much grunting we started the van rolling downhill in the direction of Soldeu, the next town over from Pasa de la ...

... in my sleeves, so I was able to tip that out into a nice little puddle. A day or two later I was standing outside a cafe next to a fence. As any skier will know, a fence by a cafe has been put there for no other purpose than to stack your skis while you are inside enjoying a hot chocolate and crepe. As I stood there, some buffoon knocked over the skis furthest away from me... and like a row of dominos, they all ...