At the Spanish Pyrenees

It hasn´t snowed yet in my city and so we climbed up the mountains last week just to see the real thing. I grew up in a tropical country (ya know) and seeing  real ¨ice powder¨ really makes my heart giddy with joy, moreso when I see snow flakes. So anyway, I put on my most casual but not so practical full battle snow gear and travelled 2 hours+ 1, 800 kms. up just to reach the summit of the Spanish-French Border in the Navarre region.

( jeans- H&M, shearling jacket- thrifted, boots- New Yorker, bag- Springfield)

Then the real hair raising adventure began:

If  you´ve watched that very old comedy flick ¨There´s Something About Mary¨, you´ll know what I mean except that I didn´t use that goo, it was the chilly wind , okies? ;)

Here´s a candid shot of me trying to hold the French post. Funnily enough, I had a hard time freeing myself after holding it because the icicles glued my hand to the post! hahaha

So how´s your week? Tomorrow´s the feast of the Three Kings here in Spain. Gotta clean my boots now, who knows the kings might stop at my terrace tonight and grant me my wish. ;)

Til the next post, luvs!

Che