I have found heaven on earth, and it's called the Pyrenees

Hey Guys,

Sorry I haven't written much this past week. I can sum it up in one sentence: school, school, and school. Taking two four week classes is no joke! I keep consoling myself with the thought that one week from today I will be done again for a few weeks. This weekend was our group excursion to the Pyrenees in NE Spain. The bus ride was about 4 hours, after which we pulled up to this tiny village of about 500 people. It’s weird to say that considering the size of Goodrich, but it was this little town nestled in the valley, with stone buildings and shacks everywhere. “Quaint” is the most appropriate word I can think of.

After we checked in, we went on a hike. Clayton and I separate off because we wanted to do a little off-roading, but we couldn’t find a way down to the river. We caught up with everyone else and drank some wine at the next village Tallua, the next village up from Boi. We came back for dinner, which was pretty good. We had beans, potatoes, trout, salad, bread, wine, and flan. Our bus driver, Manólo, is the sweetest guy ever. He bought us all sangria in honor of his 7 yr. old daughter’s birthday and we sang to her over the phone.

In our absence a bunch of the girls had drinks, which affected them double considering the altitude factor. They were all pretty drunk, but Alix was really bad. She would’ve slept through dinner had I not went upstairs to shepherd her down. After the meal she went straight back to bed. There was a fiesta in a neighboring town, so most of our group took taxis there. Brandon and I had talked about taking a hike, so we left just as it was getting dark. We ended up hiking for over 2 hours, eventually running out of trails and blazing our own through the brush. We made it really far up the mountain, which is even more impressive considering it was nighttime and we had only a flashlight to guide us (besides our incredible mountaineering skills :-O .) It was a lot of fun, and on our way down we stopped at a bar and got beers and Spanish omelettes. Otherwise it was a pretty relaxed night. That altitude change wears a person out!

Hasta Luego,

Becca