
The sunrise didn´t already occur but I and John were already driving: I as a pilot, with the John to charge the GPS notes and increased focus on the radar; heard on the radio the successes from Tendinha and Jamiroquai, remnants of the sounding board of the trip through Croatia and Bosnia. Lech was the destiny.

Back to skiing with John, returning to La Molina in the 90s, or the La Mongie after the millennium. During the day we remember huge things, laughing all day! (Yes Toli, you missed, but you were topic of conversation. If we had a Mojave, had seen much better!). For ten years of separation of the great resorts and has long wanted to return.

The ski was painful, a real time m * £ @% because the snow which was falling and we weren´t enable to see an inch in front of the nose.
Among suits and falls, I had goulash, sausage and chips for lunch, with a pint of Franciscan beer, by the price of a McMenu in Switzerland.
The après ski was powerful: Lech is a friendly village with wooden low houses, very typical with many cafes and five-star hotels, receptions of Mercedes, BMW and other luxury brands.
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