Fall break post has been further delayed by midterms and... Calpe. Oh, Calpe.
Saturday we had the second of three excursions included in the program. It was to this decent-sized town called Calpe about two hours away. They had sent out an email telling us to wear comfortable shoes for "trekking."
The bus driver had a selection of American movies for us to chose from. We watched "Bride Wars." Why a Spanish bus driver owns a copy of "Bride Wars" I will never know....
Anyway, this is what Calpe looks like (picture not mine because I never managed to get a good one):
You see that giant rock of doom and painfulness? You see how it's a million times higher than everything else? You see how it is stupefyingly and insanely steep? Yeah, we had to climb that. THAT. THAT THING
The THING is called Peñón de Ifach. In case you're wondering how to say that, it's pronounced "Pay-NYON-day-ee-FUCK."
Ifach is slightly less terrifying from the other side, which is where the trail was. When we started off, it seemed okay. It was steep, but bearable, and the path was paved. "Alright," I thought, "I can do this."
Then we went through a cave.
The cave itself was cool. I like caves, even if the lack of light meant I nearly fell every other step. But then-- THEN. On the other side, the nice paved trail stopped. We were on the side of a cliff, the path was rocky, and the only thing between us and certain doom was a death grip on a rope hanging from the wall of the cliff. It was steep and narrow and involved lots of climbing up rocks. And ropes. And they just told us we needed comfortable shoes
. For trekking
. Holy jeebus.
One of my friends, Purvi, is super scared of heights, and was originally planning on just going to the cave and turning back. But then one of our chaperone-people, Maria, was all
Maria: There's a look out just a little ahead. The view is super pretty. :D
Us: Well... okay.
After nearly dying several times.
Us: Uh... how far ahead is the look out?
Maria: Just a little bit more. Look, the trail gets easier up here!
Us: But that doesn't look--
Maria: NO PASA NADA 8DDDD
At the look-out.
Us, half-dead: Heeehh... heehhhh... D8
Maria: Just a little bit further is the top!
Maria: WE'RE ALMOST THERE 8DDDD
Us: Well, might as well...
FORTY MINUTES LATER
Maria: Look, there's Xabi!
Us: EVERYTHING HURTS D8
Maria: No pasa nadaaaa, chicaaaas 8DDDDDD
And then we had arrived. The view WAS pretty spectacular, and if you want pictures, you should go look at the Calpe album
of my Photobucket
Getting back down involved a lot of scooting on our bottoms. There was seagull excrement everywhere, and out butts ended up an interesting color by the end.
Maria: CULO, CULO! (ASS, ASS!)
Me: CACA POR TODAS PARTES D: (SHIT EVERYWHERE)
Maria: NO PASA NADA 8D
Me: D< PASA MUCHO, YOU LIAR
Maria, you mentirosa. D8
Anyway, I can't exactly capture the climbing experience in words, so I drew you guys a picture:
After recuperating at a Burger King, we went to a "Christian and Moores" parade the town was having. It was basically just a bunch of costumes that kind of resembled old Christian knights and Moores, except with more zombie people on leashes and random fireworks.
Last night, I went out with my intercambio Nuria, her friend and sister, and an Australian girl at her school (Nuria teaches Spanish to foreigners). We went to a juice bar (which had the option of adding alcohol to EVERYTHING) and I finally got to go inside the cathedral. The Valencian cathedral has the mummified arm of their patron saint just kind of sitting in a corner behind the alter. It's... interesting. The cathedral also claims to have the Holy Grail, but none of the Valencians I've talked to seem to think it's legit.
Exams for the rest of the week (me muero, me muero...) and Thursday I leave for a long weekend in Granada!