Quand nous sommes partis pour l'Espagne, l'Hiver semblait encore loin des Pyrénées. Ci-dessous voici une station de ski. Les pistes étaient a nue, la seule neige venait des canons. Ça faisait peine a voir.
When we left for Spain, Winter seemed still far from the Pyrenees. Below is a ski resort. The slopes were bare, the only snow was man made. It was painful to watch.
Et puis nous nous approchons de la voiture, et je vois des paillettes qui se reflètent dans la lumière des phares... Je regarde la voiture de ma maman et je sourie, si le sol est encore nu, c'est loin d’être le cas de sa voiture. Une grosse chute de neige sur le versant Français semblait s’être arrêtée pile a Puycerda. La route du retour a été difficile, les pneus neige apprécié, de même que les duvets et la tisane amenée par mon adorable maman qui avait brave la route pour nous.
We came back by train. From time to time I looked outside, trying to pierce the night in the hope of a snowflake. Nothing. And yet they had called for snow. When we arrived in Puycerda I was dissapointed. No snow on the ground. And yet, as we got close to the car, I saw sparkles lighting up in the light of the car... I looked at my mom's car and smile. If the ground was bare, it was far from being the case of my mom's car. A heavy snowfall on the French side seemed to have stopped right at Puycerda. The road back was difficult, the snow tires very much appreciated. So were the sleeping bags and warm herbal tea brought by my sweet mom who braved the road for us.
The next day the ski resorts opened. But we were far too tired to think about skiing. Instead we went for a stroll to the village's hot spring. A discovery for Hubby whom to my family's shock had not been able to go during our last trip. However impossible to find the secret spring under the snow, it's usually not easy but there... Well, next time.
I love the hot spring, on the edge of the GR10 trail, it's a tradition for us. But the best thing is to go when there is snow.
L’Ariège nous a offert un autre spectacle, celui du château de Foix. Tel un fantôme dans la nuit il est apparu sur son promontoire, les murs bleutes faisant ressortir l'or des fenêtres.
The Ariege offered us an other show, the Chateau in Foix. Like a ghost in the night it appeared on its hill, bluish walls only making the gold of the windows shine.
We also enjoyed the Pyrenees with my Dad. Yet an other beautiful Christmas present: to ski where I grew up. In the ski resort where I first put on skies: Peyragudes. To me it's always a little emotional to go back, I spent several years there with the ski club and my skis always recognize the slopes.
Je vous rassure je ski mieux que ca...
Let me reassure you, I ski better than that.
I've been wanting to get Hubby to the Pyrenees ski resorts for years. While the snow was average it was still far better than the Southern Apalachian one. But it was mainly the size of the resort as well as the view that blew Hubby's mind. At the end of the first slope he turned to me an announced his ankles were already hurting, something that usually only happens at the end of the day in North Carolina.
A day of pure joy on the slopes. A meal on the summits looking at my dear Pyrenees. Our legs hurt but who cares, we didn't stop any less. We knew it would be our only skiing/snowboarding day.
Back at my Dad's, we went to see the
Of course it snowed on the last day. While we didn't get to enjoy the powdery bliss on the slopes, at least we got to see the beautiful view from the orientation table a few minutes away from my Dad's.
Hubby, Cecy, Frerot/Brother
Le voyage se terminait. Nous allions reprendre l'avion le lendemain. Outre Barcelone nous avons fait relativement peu de visites touristiques. Ce que je garde de ce séjour c'est surtout de super moment en famille et puis de très bon repas a la française.The trip was ending. We were about to fly the next morning. Appart from Barcelona, we did little sight seeing. This trip was more about family moments and wonderful French meals.
A treat for us, Hubby's cousin and her husband (my godfather/my Dad's childhood friend) were in France to visit their daughter, an au pair for the year. It was the opportunity to gather friends around the table and goof off a little.
In any case it was a beautiful trip. I already miss them but I hope to welcome them in our home next time.