Sauveterre-de-Comminges (France)
Our time is limited. This is more true since we travel and change where we stay every four weeks. It is also a general truth that I have always been aware of, but never fully admitted. Here I have no choice.
We like to be out in nature and so we are dependent on the weather and the conditions outside. Since we've been in the Pyrenees, we've been very lucky with the weather. All weekends have been nice and we've been able to go out.
The last one was supposed to be different. Rain was forecast, but it didn't fall. It remained cloudy, mostly gray, but not as cold as it was supposed to be. The bad weather front was pushed back a few days.
And so our last weekend could once again be one in nature. And for one day it was. Although it was only a short walk in a forest, it was still wonderful to be outside and on the move. The second day was a disaster.
More than an hour's drive, a good part of it on narrow and winding mountain roads, until we stopped in front of a parking machine that was supposed to end this trip. It didn't work. No matter how many times we tried, no valid ticket came out.
We couldn't go any further from here, only back. Winding paths, past babbling brooks, in a lush green jungle that would make you feel at home in the tropics and not in the middle of Europe. This is what we should expect.
The only movement we had was up to the vending machine and then all the way back and over an hour's drive back to our accommodation. Disappointments are part of life, including this trip. However, they are particularly painful here, because one thing is clear to us: we will never come back to this part of the Pyrenees. This is over forever.
Originally written in German. Translated with DeepL.com (free version)
Our time is limited. This is more true since we travel and change where we stay every four weeks. It is also a general truth that I have always been aware of, but never fully admitted. Here I have no choice.
We like to be out in nature and so we are dependent on the weather and the conditions outside. Since we've been in the Pyrenees, we've been very lucky with the weather. All weekends have been nice and we've been able to go out.
The last one was supposed to be different. Rain was forecast, but it didn't fall. It remained cloudy, mostly gray, but not as cold as it was supposed to be. The bad weather front was pushed back a few days.
And so our last weekend could once again be one in nature. And for one day it was. Although it was only a short walk in a forest, it was still wonderful to be outside and on the move. The second day was a disaster.
More than an hour's drive, a good part of it on narrow and winding mountain roads, until we stopped in front of a parking machine that was supposed to end this trip. It didn't work. No matter how many times we tried, no valid ticket came out.
We couldn't go any further from here, only back. Winding paths, past babbling brooks, in a lush green jungle that would make you feel at home in the tropics and not in the middle of Europe. This is what we should expect.
The only movement we had was up to the vending machine and then all the way back and over an hour's drive back to our accommodation. Disappointments are part of life, including this trip. However, they are particularly painful here, because one thing is clear to us: we will never come back to this part of the Pyrenees. This is over forever.
Originally written in German. Translated with DeepL.com (free version)