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... 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>

... waiting for him too. Probably not, but he was still a hero in my book.<br><br><br> We finally arrived at my destination at about 8:30am, and I proceeded to try to get my bearings in a new place. I was surprised at how quiet everything was, and also by the fact that most of the shops were still closed at close to 9 on Saturday. A few hours later I realized this little town doesn't really get started until about 9:30 or 10. Never ceases to amaze me as the ...

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 ...

... of apples! So it&#8217;s been apples for dessert every night and lots of applesauce in the pantry. <br><br>Inspired by Mami in Brittany, I thought that apple jelly would be a great addition. From what I could briefly read in a book, it seemed very easy - just strained fruit juice and sugar. However, I couldn&#8217;t seem to get the balance &#8216;set point&#8217; right to turn it into jelly. <br><br>My first attempt just made a thick liquid ...

... 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 ...

... of apprehension before starting. Like attempting to figure out which way was up on the harness. Or when Donna wanted me to tie my security knot (walking me through of course). Then there&#8217;s the whole &#8216;where to start?&#8217; when staring straight up at this seemingly flat face of rock. <br><br> Watching others you wonder &#8216;how on earth?&#8217;, but then it&#8217;s your turn and you preserve, slowly going up and up with each little ...

A side trip with the truck enabled us to get to areas we couldn&#8217;t normally access. Not that we would even attempt it on bicycles - vehicles are bad enough. Windy roads where motion sickness is a given, &#8216;oh ****&#8217; handles are coming loose from repetitive strain, and a straight section of road lasts about 20m. <br><br>Our goal was a little damned in lake almost on the ...

... and bouncing off of different areas on the sides of the cave, creating new shadows and deepening depths in between. Condensation causes shimmering light and shining rocks add crystal to the chandeliers. <br><br>Finally we arrive at the Salon Noir. All lights had to be turned off and left on a rock by the entrance. You can faintly hear a few exclamations from those who have a fear of the dark as the group becomes one tight mass shuffling along ...

... place their weekly/monthly orders with her. She packages them up as closely as she can without wasting any cheese, and then they are taken around for delivery. The community here is just what I&#8217;m hoping to find someday. Where neighbors all know one another and trading is perfectly normal. The farm we're at trades eggs for milk. We even got a little triangle of cheese to take on our way. <br><br>