Chalet Casale Soldeu

Today was my last full day in Andorra. There wasn't a huge amount to do. It wasn't snowing, but the wind was so fierce that it seemed like a sand storm made out of snow. I had a great time watching a group of cows grazing in snow up to their stomachs. Other than that I had a walk around town and spent about an hour at a ...

... top of the first mountain, he took a little nap while the bus waited for whoever might want to get on before the departure time. As we praddled along towards Canillo I mused about our heroic bus driver, and what he might be like. I supposed his salsa music puts him in the zone in the same was as listening to “Highway to the Danger Zone” made the guys from Top Gun fly well. Maybe when he got done with his route there were women in bikinis with ...

... village et quand on est arrivé, il avait le marché du matin. On a acheter du vin à environ 1 euro le litre (vin de pays) et du bon fromage bleu pour le déjeuner.<br><br>On avait pas le droit de prendre des photos dans la grotte pour pas faire de la pollution lumineuse (il y avait déja des ptites pousses de plante pres des lanternes...ils veulent pas en rajouté non plus). Aussi il faut pas déranger les chauve souris...pauve cocottes...<br>

... What it does mean, we're not quite sure of yet. Still dealing with the shock and going over a few different options. All while kicking myself for not realizing this sooner. Only one thing is for certain - I'm not going to let this spoil our trip, and we're going to have to get cycling! (o.k., two things). <br>

... 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 ...

... on toast it resembled scrambled eggs in both texture and taste. Won&#8217;t become my favourite dish, but it was interesting to try out. I can certainly appreciate the effort to use every part of an animal in respect for it giving it&#8217;s life, but I did feel a little like Hannibal Lectre. There&#8217;s just something in knowing you&#8217;re eating brain that doesn&#8217;t appeal over all the other organs on an animal.

... 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 ...

... br><br>Despite the dogs and the cold and wind, we did manage a little hike up past a waterfall up to a beautiful plateau area with mountains all around. Huddled behind a rock to provide some resistance from the wind, we scarfed down a bit of picnic lunch before running back to the truck for warmth. Then it was down into the town of Ax to soak our cold feet into some hot springs. <br>

... with cathedral ceilings, arched entryways, dangling chandeliers, and stone sculptures filling in the corners. Walking through this grandeur with tips of toes and hushed whispers watching as the scenery continually changes. One moment there&#8217;s a wide expanse to the right, then it opens all around, then it&#8216;s a tight passageway with new sights only coming into view just as you arrive there. Catching glimpses from different flashlights ...

... t wait to call up his mom and tell her that I was there with him. As such, we made plans that I would visit her in Vigo. Oh, how times barely passed. Eight years isn't much, but it's almost a third of my life. And to think I only spent 6 months over there too, only two percent of my life. To show me around, we decided to go on the path behind the flat near the creek. Cris was there, as well as Lluis' girlfriend. Cris is actually from Brazil, so we took the ...