On top of the world

We had hoped to get over the border into Spain but it didn’t look as if the weather would be that good and the journey would probably be dreadful - so we went on a mountain train to the Pyrenees and walked from one side of the peak to the other, thus crossing briefly into Spain! Daughter No.3 even got to use her Spanish in the café although she failed to correct K’s effort to buy a beer (‘cervesa’) by saying chips (‘fritas’). Not sure how he got those mixed up - I think she just thought it was hilarious!