Cliff Jumping North Dakota style

Hey Guys,

It’s official—I’m a cliff jumper! It wasn’t what I had pictured in my head, though. The cliff was maybe 40 feet is all, but it was still a rush to jump off. I originally went to the beach with Mel and Brandon, right after we finished breakfast. We found this cove away from all the tourists, and climbed out to this huge rock in the bay. Brendan, Mia, and Ian ended up coming there too, and next thing I knew we were rock climbing on an even bigger rock, looking for a good place to cliff jump.

We jumped off a 10 footer or so, just to scout out the depth a little better. The water was at least 40 feet deep, but we wanted to be sure. Brandon was being a little chicken, so I jumped first. I also climbed up the big rock first, but I let Ian jump before me. Mia isn’t the greatest swimmer, so she hung out on the ledge and took pictures and videos. She eventually jumped off the smaller cliff; Mel really surprised me. She jumped once off the big one—I never expected her to climb up that rock or be willing to jump off. The worst part? I kept getting water in my ears, which hurt a little.

After we were all worn out from rock climbing and swimming, Mel and I laid on that rock and got some sun. We slept for a good 2 hours before heading back for bocadillos and a long shower. I started working on my presentation for class on Wednesday, and chilled out a little before dinner. We have free breakfast and dinner at the hotel every day, and it’s amazing. A lot of Mediterranean-style food obviously, which I love. Tonight we just hung out at the hote. Our original plan was to go watch the sunset on the beach, but we were rained out. Tomorrow we head back to Barcelona, but we might get some beach time in first.

Hasta Luego,

Becca