"Fancy going skiing some time?" Asked Pompeyo on last week's walk.

"Why not" We answered, fresh from the week in the Alps.

The phone rang on Thursday:

"The forecast is okay for Saturday, how about it?"

So we went. And it didn't rain, and it only snowed a little bit. The snow was a bit heavy (alright, on the lower slopes it was papa (as they say here, mashed potato consistency) but higher up it was fine).

We set off at 8, sure in the knowledge that the majority of Spaniards would not be rising early to ski. Well some of them did but not too many.

A half day pass for San Isidro (in León) is €16, boot and pole hire for Liz another €11. Pompeyo lent me his carving skis, he skied on his ancient long thin skis. Liz used Carmen's short skis, which she enjoyed, and we just tootled up and down the reds (which were easier than many blues in Courchevel).

We ate on the way home in Felechosa, pote then trout and now we're home, digesting and getting ready to head out to the opera. It's a hard life...

Labels: asturias, food, leon, skiing, winter

  ¶ 4:29 PM 0 comments

  It's gone now, but when we arrived back here on Monday morning we found that the city had been rather snowier than normal. Last year we had snow laying on the ground for half a day. This time for three days.

Things have returned to normal, it's raining.

Labels: asturias, weather

  ¶ 8:18 PM 3 comments