Christmas Evening: [photo of wine and paper bag]
But what was in the bag? Those who know me probably already knew--it was chocolate. Delicious chocolate.
We've been 'in transit' for almost 20 hours. With 8 to go. So, please read blog in consideration of my thoroughly Ryanair,bus-bounced, brain.
My trip. One rant comes to mind, prompted by a repeated question/statement:
"You came to Andorra and you're not skiing?"
I reply (in my head...don't worry I was real-world polite):
"You came to Andorra to cage and rape the mountains?"
Must we USE the mountains?? Can't we just see the mountains; walk & tread lightly on or through the mountains, feel the mountains?
Don't hippie-discount my rant.
Extreme sports (in physical intensity and financial demand) make me uneasy. Why must we/they numb the pure, primitive enjoyment of the mountain with a drunken adrenaline mission down its slopes? & don't we have enough natural equipment (arms, legs, balance, eyes, creativity, brains..)? Must we mask, bedazzle, and extend our parts to achieve fun?
I realize that its not a must, but a mere can, for some people. Good for you.
And for the record:
I don't think skiing is the worst thing one can do. I've done it, and would probably do it again (finances willing). But I don't find it a necessity, a sole reason to visit a mountain. Especially the beautiful Pyrenees of Andorra.
"There's More-a to Andorra"
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