This weekend was very nearly perfect. Indeed, I think it was perfect. I cannot think of a single thing that would have improved it. Not one little thing.
We slept, we napped, we walked for miles and miles and miles and we ate well.
The hotel we stayed in was perfect, we had a little apartment that we rented which was glorious with lovely views of the mountains.
Down the street was a forn (bakery) that also had a cellar. See:
We went up to the mountains in search of snow. You see, the rents couldn't come and visit because the of the snow in the UK and the weather here. So we decided that we couldn't sit around the house feeling forlorn. Off we went.
For all of you who are slogging through the endless winters up there further north, I am not sure how you'll feel about all this. Don't want to look like I'm gloating...this was the first bit of snow we saw. We were all so excited we had to take a picture. Sad, but true.
It got a little snowier. Dusted I guess we would call it, farinat is the Catalan which means 'floured' which seems pretty perfect to me.
There's the mountain, it's called Montseny. It is very beautiful.....this is a photo from where we started. We made it up into the snow, which I think is pretty good going with a couple of kids. The dog could have gone to the top and back twice if we weren't so gol darn slow.
See what I mean?
He LOVES snow....loves it. I have to agree with Helen too, I am not the least bit sure why his feet don't get cold. They don't seem to though.
You'd be hard pressed to get me to lay belly down in the snow for that matter.
Hope your weekend was wonderful too.