We hit the road this morning for a little exploring through the western part of Cantabria, about a 150 mile loop up into the snowy mountains. Hm, where should I begin. OH, I know.
Driving through one of the first little towns (Quintanilla) we saw this:
The good thing is that we didn’t see them actually kill it, and it was already drained of most of the blood. But yes, we stopped and watched them…uh…clean it out. I realize you may be like “ewwwwwwwwwwwww,” because at first I was wincing a little, but really, it’s no different than dissecting a pig in high school science. I like watching surgeries, this was sorta just like that. Fascinating. They take all the stuff out that isn’t meat, that either they aren’t going to use, OR that they will use somehow, and then I imagine it goes off to the butcher.
Moving on. We stopped for lunch in the town of Tudanca. We were the only ones eating in the restaurant and it was so cold in there we could literally see our breath. These mountain people are waaaaaay heartier than me. I could barely feel my feet. Anyhoo, we ran into stuff like this along the way.
As we got higher and higher up, we found ourselves in the middle of the snow. Not a ton, but just enough to coat the trees and make everything really beautiful.
And on an unrelated note, I’m proud to say I started this week on two of my New Years resolutions – I made it to the gym all week AND I got back to blogging about my baking experiments. Yikes, I just realized how contradictory those things are.
Tomorrow, snowshoeing. We’ll see how that goes.