All my Spanish friends ask how my trip to Asturias was... I tell them we went to the end of the road and then some.
Our house has been very nicely refurbished.
Notice the beautiful woodwork. The chairs with real wood loints seemed to be held down by magnets, they were so heavy. I would have been swooning and plotting how to get some, except that they were not actually very comfortable.
Nice picture of a flower that Troy took...he actually took all of these, which is why I am so late getting them downloaded and posted.
Two families still have their family vacation homes in our little village, and there was one more down the hill, along with a 87-year old woman who lives there year round. There was a little advertizing postcard that said we could rent our house during the ski season. ?¿!¡Huh?¡ How would we GET TO the ski resort? How would we eat? But it turns out they plow up to the one resident whenever it snows, and they will plow on up the last mile if we call and ask them too. We would still have to walk the last 400 yards. And the mail and grocery guys deliver right behind the snowplow. Maybe it is not impossible after all.
Down the road was a place to swim.
I would take this kitchen pass through in any future house I have.
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