I’m still dreaming about Andorra.
I don’t know if you’ve tired yet of hearing about it, but I’ve still got a few stories to tell.
In reality, I’m smack in the last part of moving into Mom’s. All that remains are a few kitchen do-dads, bathroom essentials and a good clean before I hand over the keys.
So let’s go back to happier times since moving in any form is certainly not happier times.
Mid-week, after a day of hiking and biking, we crossed the western border into Spain and ended in a town called Sort.
The plan was to gear up, head about 14 km down the river and face the rapids on the way back.
We split our group into two, suited up, and hit the water!
It was my first time white water rafting and can I just say that it won’t be my last?
SO FUN!
The river was well below the water lines, but we still managed to have a blast.
We mostly managed to stay on track, though we did have a few run-ins with the rocks…
and our fellow trip mates!
No matter how much water we got in our faces
We couldn’t help but notice the view.
With smiles splashed on our faces.
Take me back!
