I thought about breaking up this blog into two parts, but then decided not to – Here it goes.
After driving through France for about two hours and then another hour and a half through the Italian Alps we arrived to our destination.
No one really told us about the snow covered roads we would be navigating through...and thus the torturous ascend into the white heavens began. Below is a picture of the worst part of the road. The cool thing about the drive was that our front wheel Toyota (with it’s sweeeet snow tires) sliced through the snow like a Samurai sword slicing through Swiss cheese.
Below is a picture of the cabin we stayed at and that puny fence next to our car is all that protected our sweet ride from falling to certain death.
Here’s L taking in the view from our perch.
The day we arrived was the clearest weather we got to experience during our stay, after this night a snow cloud fell upon the mountains and hugged the mountains for the remained of our stay.
L and T’s sweet sofa bed.
The following morning we woke up to our car coved in snow. After we un-iced we headed for a short walk up small hill/mountain.
Here we have the ladies taking a break.
Above is a picture of the snow cloud that covered the mountains.
Below are the fearless Mitchell Sisters leading their cam’pain’ of will against a fierce opponents…old man winter and mother nature.
Our first destination marker ‘La Coliere’ 1255m. Sad to say we never reached the small town that was said to be nestled among the trees and as result we made it to our next marker…un-descript tree by road. After reaching our goal we celebrated by partaking in old Mitchell Family ritual…we walked around said marker and turned back towards our cabin.
Awe yes, the elusive Yeti tracks.
For some reason L thought the church pillar needed to be adjusted. We never got to go inside this church, but behind the church was a crypt from the times of Senor JC.
Below are the pictures.
Yes…it was raining P’town stylie. It made for smelly goose down jackets. I won’t mention any names, but their initials are L and T.
No, we don’t know the guy in the picture standing next to us. My friend Brumley called it picturing bombing…or something like that.
Below is the oldest tree in history…no not really, but it is old and it was set on fire many moons ago when invaders tried to sack the city, now it’s a monument. You can’t see it, but it’s missing all it’s innards.
Below are pictures of another crypt we just happen to stumble into…really.
These tombs are from 322 after JC.
Don’t adjust your eyes, that is a statue of children drinking from the mother wolves teat. I never did find out why that was, but it made me think about some Alaskan lady talking about mother bears or something. I think mother wolves sounds cooler, but that’s me.
Here we have the famous exploding car warning sign. They don’t have them in Germany so I can’t tell you what it means, but you are welcomed to come up with a meaning for this sign.
Stayed a week in Aosta. We relaxed eat great food and drank great wine (from France, but don’t tell the Italians I said that). We left for our next phase early Christmas morning. Below are pictures of our drive.
Here we have the St. Bernard tunnel which cuts through a portion of the Alps and connects Italy with Switzerland. L took some video of what waited for us as we exited the tunnel into Swissland.
Stopping for a quick rest and inspecting the funny looking ice that had collected on our car doors.
Back home to Herzo.
That’s right, no one gets away from shoveling snow. The snow was quite a surprise, it was about a foot deep. You can see the small mountain of snow I had built before we left for our vacation.
We rested for a day and then the following Monday we headed to Budapest for the New Year.
Below you can see what my secret Santa gave me for the holiday.
The Castichell Christmas Wreath.
Bye-Bye and hugs,
P.S. Dropped off T’mitch at the Airport early this morning. Hope you had a good journey T.