Day 21 - Day 23
The following enties are written by Dan
Day 21
The next day, J made my trip!
While I was getting ready, he read about Gaudi, the
famous mosaic artist of Spain who I had completely
overlooked. We went to this "Nature Park" that was
founded by one of Gaudi's friends in the early 1900's
and that Gaudi designed. The whole park is Mosaic. So
beautiful, I was practically in tears. OK, I was in
tears, but maybe I’m PMS’ing. Can't wait to show you
the pics.
We left Barcelona and went up to the Pyrenese.
Awesome. Did some mountain biking through the
foothills. Breathtaking. We were on the border of
Spain and France, staying in a little town in Spain.
We walked into France, rented mountain bikes, rode
back into Spain up into town, then down passed the
lake, through the lavender fields, next to the train
tracks and up through a little Spanish village, right
into a little French village!! It was pretty wild.
Languages change when you cross the street there.
Pretty much. We were hungry and found a little cheese
shop that sold rotisserie chicken (heaven), warm
baguettes and fresh apple juice. We ate our makeshift
lunch with our fingers and one napkin, sitting on the
side of the road. Perfect. Then we rode up the
mountain following the wrong trail until we came to a
plateau that overlooked the whole valley below. We
realized we were about 3 towns off track, but no
worries. All we had to do was turn around and follow
the path back down – down, down, down, down, down.
Before we knew it, we were back in Spain, then back in
France, dropped off the bikes, then back in Spain and
to out hotel. Confusing? Kinda’.
Day 22 and 23
We left our little town in the Pyrenese by train. We
went one town over, into France, and got on the Little
Yellow Train. It’s an old train, somewhat of a touring
train, that takes you (literally) through the
pyrenese. For about 3 hours, we rode in an open car
(completely open – sort of like a roller coaster car,
except much wider), through tunnels, over bridges.
Actually, it felt like the Rolling Thunder ride at
Great Adventure. Thrilling to say the least. Then, we
transferred to 2 more trains (12 hours in total)
traveling al the way to Nice, only about an hour and a
half from the Italy border. Now we’re staying in a
little town called Mougin, up in the hills above Nice,
It’s very Nice. Posh. Ciao Bellas! Love you all sooooo much.
Day 21
The next day, J made my trip!
While I was getting ready, he read about Gaudi, the
famous mosaic artist of Spain who I had completely
overlooked. We went to this "Nature Park" that was
founded by one of Gaudi's friends in the early 1900's
and that Gaudi designed. The whole park is Mosaic. So
beautiful, I was practically in tears. OK, I was in
tears, but maybe I’m PMS’ing. Can't wait to show you
the pics.
We left Barcelona and went up to the Pyrenese.
Awesome. Did some mountain biking through the
foothills. Breathtaking. We were on the border of
Spain and France, staying in a little town in Spain.
We walked into France, rented mountain bikes, rode
back into Spain up into town, then down passed the
lake, through the lavender fields, next to the train
tracks and up through a little Spanish village, right
into a little French village!! It was pretty wild.
Languages change when you cross the street there.
Pretty much. We were hungry and found a little cheese
shop that sold rotisserie chicken (heaven), warm
baguettes and fresh apple juice. We ate our makeshift
lunch with our fingers and one napkin, sitting on the
side of the road. Perfect. Then we rode up the
mountain following the wrong trail until we came to a
plateau that overlooked the whole valley below. We
realized we were about 3 towns off track, but no
worries. All we had to do was turn around and follow
the path back down – down, down, down, down, down.
Before we knew it, we were back in Spain, then back in
France, dropped off the bikes, then back in Spain and
to out hotel. Confusing? Kinda’.
Day 22 and 23
We left our little town in the Pyrenese by train. We
went one town over, into France, and got on the Little
Yellow Train. It’s an old train, somewhat of a touring
train, that takes you (literally) through the
pyrenese. For about 3 hours, we rode in an open car
(completely open – sort of like a roller coaster car,
except much wider), through tunnels, over bridges.
Actually, it felt like the Rolling Thunder ride at
Great Adventure. Thrilling to say the least. Then, we
transferred to 2 more trains (12 hours in total)
traveling al the way to Nice, only about an hour and a
half from the Italy border. Now we’re staying in a
little town called Mougin, up in the hills above Nice,
It’s very Nice. Posh. Ciao Bellas! Love you all sooooo much.
posted by janello at 1:33 PM
1 Comments:
I enjoy reading all your entries, in particular, Dan's entry. She's a softer writer.
I can only imagine doing what you're doing with an eight month old in tote...not fun. So enjoy every minute. Must admit there's a mix of jealousy and excitement when I read your posts. Jealousy 'cause my life belongs to another (for now) and excitement 'cause I feel like I'm right there with you. Cool! And thanks for sharing your journey!
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