31

Two days ago I turned 31. I'm saying it because I don't understand people who hide their age. As if it was something bad. There is no wrong age or right age. There is no wrong number. Does it really matter if you're 31 like me, 14, 88, or whatever is the age you have today? You're just supposed to make the best of every moment, to learn, to become a better person with every new year you make and enjoy the process, right? You're as young or old as you make it. It has nothing to do with the age.

Pyrenees mountains: Adrenaline, Formigal, La Vuelta

The second and last day of our little escape in the mountains ended at Formigal, one of the most famous ski resorts in the Pyrenees. Adrenaline mixed with mountain oxygen pumped every vein of my body while the chairlift was taking us to one of the picks. It's something I hadn't done since I was 9 years old and although I don't have problem with the altitude, there is something scary yet so inviting when you feel almost like a bird. The day ended with one of the finales of the famous bicycle race of La Vuelta where all the people gathered up to cheer and support famous racers such as Spaniard Alberto Contador and this year's winner from Colombia, Nairo Quintana. It was another day that I'll definitely remember forever :)

Pyrenees mountains: Adventures, nature, memories

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