Roussillon, France – Catalonia, Spain
Nick and woke up early and made use of the cool (for once) morning air. We took a drive through the Pyrenees. A true reflection of how the French have maintained there country's beauty. In a setting like this – one could forget about the strains of life, move into a narrow street with the building shadowing the road – to open the back room shutters and see the mountains. The fresh air, the view... and all is forgotten.
The scenery was being soaked in so much that it was only when we arrived at the Carrefour (Tesco or Spar equivalent) that we noticed all the pricing was in Spanish. We thought nothing of it as we were heading toward Andorra. Arriving at the camp site – the owner started out with “Ola”! Again, Spanish. Whilst Nick was fetching the passport – I asked shyly - “Sorry to ask a silly question, but, where are we? The lady looked confused. I asked again slowly. She smiled and said Catalonia. Some how we had landed up in Spain. You have got to love the Schengen Agreement.
Our site is alongside a little stream under plenty of trees. We are currently lazying about, reading, blogging, sketching and reading SA mags (thanks Mom). Later we plan to hit the net for a short while to determine the rest of our trip. Then, we'll do what comes naturally again, laze about. With less than a month to go to return to normal life – work, socialising, etc. (I can't think of anymore partially because I forgotten what normal life is) – you will probably find that our speech is so slow that it is impaired, our stress factor will be slow you could not “boo” a scare and that we might be totally unacceptable in society.
For now though – a hot shower. The first in days...
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