Yeah it’s about time for another rest day.
The drive into Spain was a long one; and I didn’t realize we had to go up and down so many mountain roads, which made it longer. I must’ve forgotten we were in the Pyrenees. Though we did drive right next to the bottom of this massive dam, which was a cool sight.
The Hotel Formigal is a lovely place to stay for these two nights. Up a hill lies Sallent de Gallego, a small ski town of sorts which looks over some massive valleys. It’s so remote…
…it’s so remote that when the office tried to send some tapes via UPS, they never arrived; as the return message stated something to the effect of, “The recipient is in a location which lacks daily delivery.” Again I experienced the same thing when we went to Spain last year—even if you’re right over the border, there is no French spoken. They speak better English than they do French. It’s probably a matter of choice too, in a rebellious way.
We realized we had a time limit on when to get there. Not because the place was closing, but because the bar was. So for a mere 45 minutes we got to enjoy some spirits. But is 45 minutes enough for this crew? No. So we reassembled at the club down the street. And we had a good showing of people. It was good to see people relax and unwind; even if it was a little overboard like some of the frenchies, who stayed up into the wee hours.
The drive into Spain was a long one; and I didn’t realize we had to go up and down so many mountain roads, which made it longer. I must’ve forgotten we were in the Pyrenees. Though we did drive right next to the bottom of this massive dam, which was a cool sight.
The Hotel Formigal is a lovely place to stay for these two nights. Up a hill lies Sallent de Gallego, a small ski town of sorts which looks over some massive valleys. It’s so remote……it’s so remote that when the office tried to send some tapes via UPS, they never arrived; as the return message stated something to the effect of, “The recipient is in a location which lacks daily delivery.” Again I experienced the same thing when we went to Spain last year—even if you’re right over the border, there is no French spoken. They speak better English than they do French. It’s probably a matter of choice too, in a rebellious way.
We realized we had a time limit on when to get there. Not because the place was closing, but because the bar was. So for a mere 45 minutes we got to enjoy some spirits. But is 45 minutes enough for this crew? No. So we reassembled at the club down the street. And we had a good showing of people. It was good to see people relax and unwind; even if it was a little overboard like some of the frenchies, who stayed up into the wee hours.
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