It^s rad. I climbed. I picked delectable midget plums on a farm. I jumped off a sweet waterfall. I made my ugly Spanish a bit less ugly. I laid on a beach. I read some books. I climbed limestone. I cartwheeled in the night. I hung out with some cool Spaniards. I climbed conglomerate. I danced the night away. I celebrated in a teepee. I climbed my hardest routes ever. I slept in a cave. I slept in front of a church. I slept on the side of a cliff. I made a 113 Euro phone call to my wonderful mother who continually complained by e-mail that I hadn`t called in so long. I pulled weeds. I watched the moon in a giant telescope. I climbed with Araceli Segarra who is a local climber who just happened to be in the Everest IMAX film. I dug holes in the ground and made circulos around cilantro. I started a list of things I want to do the next time I come to Spain :).
I am flying back to Innsbruck, Austria tomorrow (the 8th) and Allie is meeting me there on the 10th when we will embark on a bit more adventuring, hopefully mostly climbing :) and then on the 29th--less than a month!!--I will be home SSWWWWEEEEETTT home. And I^m ready for it, especially after traveling solo for a month.
