The Road to Andorra

 We landed in Toulouse and hit the road, curving through Tour de France battlegrounds, heading south, heading to the mountains - heading to Andorra.

 We snaked around corners to find straights flanked by rocky promontories

 Losing yourself is a integral park of the journey, we found a romantic looking road and drove until discomfort eclipsed our exploratory spirit.

 A rural French village loomed on a cloudy day 

 We drove some more

 I quit taking pictures for an hour or so, and not because the terrain was not interesting, in fact - it was too interesting.  We climbed into the mountains with 0 visibility in our little grey car, hitting straight up through heavy flurries, hoping every turn was the last blind one. Eventually, we came upon a massive tunnel.  The tunnel provided relief and we came out the other end to find this - the other side of the snow storm - and the beginning of Andorra - a jewel of a country in the Pyrenees.

 

 Clean and clear 

 Ski lodges welcomed us and we stropped for gas

 Here is our little car 

 We arrived at our hotel, only to find out that we booked it for three months later.  Painful error, we rebooked and hit our balcony

 We stepped out to find a modern almost Nouveau-Swiss environment with new buildings, boutiques, and lots of metal

 We will explore the rest of the tiny nation of Andorra later