There have been some requests and so it is with great pleasure that I present today some pictures of our February trip to a land of snow.
We were blessed with amazing weather in this little ski ressort of the Pyrenees (les Agudes), a late afternoon of sledding and throwing snowballs, some heavily cheesy winter-in-the-mountain dinner, a bit of play before bedtime and a good belly laugh with Coline and mamie, an early morning escape for me, or so I thought, but Leila caught up with me as this early bird usually does when anyone tries to sneak out, us having breakfast while watching the snow fall outside, and then my successful escape to make it to the opening of the slopes, just as the sun came out and made it all shine white, the cold wind that bites my cheeks and the tip of my nose and imobilizes my lips while the rest of my body is snuggled up in warm waterproof garments, this feeling that my lungs and heart are too small to take in such overwhelming beauty and feeling of greatness at being up there so close to the sky, so free sliding down the soft snowy hills nothing compares to. Sigh! What a priviledge to be there.
Leila made it quite clear that she was going to ski, and that she did, regulatory helmet on, in the morning sun with mamie and until she was the last one on the rolling carpet with tatie. There was none of the regular complaints about the clothes being too itchy and her legs too tired, she was just into it.
Coline, our little miss naked, who did not wear a pair of trousers on any other occasion during this stay, did allow me to dress her up, layer upon layer, but only once she was already feeling the cold on her skin. She and Leila described the snow to grandpa as "delicious" and eating snow is what she did for most of the time, or when she was not busy making little snow people of throwing snow balls or rolling herself in the snow.
These 27 hours of us the females of the french-brazilian clan in the mountains were pure bliss.
