As fall rolls around, so often I remember being in the Spanish Pyrenees. The leaves were changing; the air was chilly and damp, the fog shrouded the mountains, and we took refuge in a cafe, sipping on hot coffee, enjoying the heater under our booth. Hikers filled the room, talking, and Gran Hermano played on the tv. Cows lingered outside the building. All nestled in these gorgeous surroundings.
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