We hit the Foz de Lumbier (Lumbier Gorge) first, on what was probably the coldest day we've had all winter.
I'd never been there in the middle of winter, and now I know why.
I knew it would be cold, but not this cold. I did bundle up, but I wasn't expecting to come back as a popsicle. Yet that's what ended up happening. Here you can see me frozen stiff, thinking nice thoughts, about stuff like raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, bright copper kettles (filled with hot water to make tea), and warm woolen mittens, or better yet, some some nice Cuba holidays...hey, if I were on one of those I wouldn't need those mittens. As you can see, Bob and Rob, good Scotsmen that they are, aren't wearing gloves at all. Meanwhile, the Professor catches sight of a menacing shadow, swiftly approaching in the sky.
|Rob, take the hat off already!|
But the cold won out, and the hat stayed on. More and more vultures circled over our heads.
Feeling a bit like we had been dropped into the middle of a very well-known Hitchcock film, we kept our cool long enough to get in a few shots of the magnificent, albeit slightly unnerving birds, and the lovely surroundings.
|I don't know guys, he's still moving. Let's wait it out and see what happens...|
|The vultures are coming! The vultures are coming! Everybody hide in here!|
|Okay, it's pretty here, but....|
|Here's looking at you, kid.|
|Okay, now they're just getting a little too close...|
|These remind me of the vultures from Snow White.|
Those three birds looked decidedly hungry, so we gave up on taking more photos, and we slowly backed away....very slowly....and then we made break for it...
...as fast as our frozen legs would go.
If you enjoyed those photos, and would like to see more, or if you can't get to sleep, and counting sheep is just not working for you, come take a look at even more photos of our trip on Facebook. Who knows? Maybe counting vultures will do the trick.