Spreading the word!

37.
The number of days I have until I return to the United States of America. That's right, I only have five more weeks here. Time has flown, but I feel like I've taken advantage of every opportunity (except the learning more Spanish one... I dropped the ball on that one). I can't begin to tell you have incredible this experience has been for me, but I'll try. I have learned to enjoy the quiet and the country. I didn't even think that was possible. I've gone five months without text messaging or watching TV, and I've liked it! I've mastered Madrid's Metro (subway) and train systems. I've become part of an incredible family, but I am eager to get home and see my own. Only 37 days left. What will I do with that time? I will finish teaching English to adults in a couple weeks, I will continue to give lessons to the children, I will keep running 15+ miles per week, and I will do my best to NOT get sun burned. But mostly I'm just looking forward to seeing what I can of the country in the coming weeks, checking out those 'must see' places I haven't seen yet, and writing down as many recipes as I can. It's going to be a great 37 days.

5.
The number of cities I will be staying at on my USA trip in August. I will spend a month with my boyfriend exploring Boston, New York City, Philadelphia, Washington DC, and San Francisco. I've never been to most of these cities and I am thrilled about getting to see them. We will be walking all over the place! I could consider this a month long training session for the Breast Cancer 3 Day Walk in September instead of a vacation! But really it's an opportunity to see some of the best that the USA has to offer. (Any sight seeing suggestions?)

78.
The number of days I have until I begin the Breast Cancer 3 Day walk. 60 miles is a long way to walk! I'm getting a little nervous about walking 20 miles three days in a row, I'm not going to lie. But my team, Team SuperAwesome, will be right there with me. Having not seen my team since January we will have plenty to discuss (if we can manage to walk and talk at the same time). I'm expecting the Walk to be incredible. The stories I'll hear from Cancer Survivors and from friends and family members who've lost someone dear to them will be moving, I'm sure. I look forward to it all: the walking, the stories, Seattle, my friends. And it's all happening in just 78 days.

850.
The number of dollars I have left to raise in order to be able to participate in the Breast Cancer 3 Day Walk. That's right I've raised $1,350 and only need $850 more! The minimum dollar amount to be able to participate in this event is $2,200 and I'm 61% of the way there. Please help me get to 100%! Net proceeds benefit Susan G. Komen for the Cure (http://www.komen.org/), to fund breast cancer research, education, screening, and treatment. Net proceeds will also benefit The National Philanthropic Trust Breast Cancer Fun (www.nptrust.org/about_npt/special_projects.asp) to provide a special field of interest fund for breast cancer initiatives. Please take a look at this 3 Day Report Card (http://08.the3day.org/site/DocServer/3-Day_Report_Card_11_07.pdf?docID=341) to see what they were able to do last year with the $86 million that were raised by 3 Day Walks in twelve different cities. Your contribution does make a difference. Please help by logging on to My Personal 3 Day Page (http://08.the3day.org/goto/hannahmo) and making your donation today. Remember every penny helps! Checks may be mailed in with a form that can be printed off my page and please consider talking with your employer regarding funds matching.

The Breast Cancer 3 Day.
Obviously, this 3 Day walk means a lot to me. I've been looking forward to this event since my friend Allison and I decided to form Team SuperAwesome several months ago. An estimated 182,460 new cases of invasive breast cancer are expected to occur among women in the USA during 2008 and I don't want to be one of them. I don't want to be one of them in 2008, 2068, or any time in between. I don't want my Mom, sister, aunts, cousins, or friends to call me with 'the news.' I want to do all that I can to help find a cure. For me, that means walking. I can walk. I do it every day. I don't know how to run tests in a lab or dissect molecules. But I can walk. I can walk, raise money, raise awareness, and raise hope. That is why I will spend my last 37 days here thinking about the Walk. That is why I will look forward to the Walk in each of the 5 cities I will travel to. That is why in 78 days I will take the last 850 dollars and combine it with the $1350 I already have and I will walk. The Breast Cancer 3 Day is more than just a couple thousand women wearing pink and walking. Please help me make a difference.

As always, thank you so much for your support, encouragement, thoughts, prayers, and well wishes. My Blog is still up and running and full of photos and stories. Feel free to drop by any time. Thanks so much.

Hannah
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Long Nights, Hot Days

My weekend was good.

On Friday I didn't have to work. I got the kids out the door then relaxed at home. I cleaned up my room and the kitchen, updated my blogs with pictures and just sort of bummed around all day. It was nice. At 10p I left for Madrid. I met Jenny, Manu (Argentinian girl), Claudio (Italian guy), and Andrew (American guy) in Sol. We walked towards the karaoke bar and stopped off to have sangria at a place that always has them for free to get people in the door. I wasn't drinking though, so I just danced. After the Sangria place we went to the Karaoke Bar but it was dead so we went across the street to another bar (equally dead) to have a drink and kill time. Eventually Andrew (Irish guy) met up with us. Then we went back to the Karoke Bar. It was probably around 12:30p or so by the time we got there. It was pretty empty, but the people that were there were young. Like really young. Like probably in high school still young. It was a bit annoying, but we still had fun. We sang (whether it was our song or not) and danced.

By 3:00a I was getting pretty fed up with the youngsters (don't I sound like a bitter old lady?) and I was tired of dancing (I can only do it for so long) and so was American Andrew. Irish Andrew (and his great accent) had left a while ago. So we all left and wandered the streets while we thought of what to do next. Claudio was pretty buzzed and up for anything. Jenny only likes to dance. And Andrew and I were ready to sit down, relax, maybe over food and/or drink. Manu was down for anything even though she was supposed to be at work at 8am aka in a couple hours. We ended up at another club/bar. We danced for about 20 min until the bar closed. I use the word we loosely though. Since the other four had paired off while dancing, I inadvertently was left all alone. Rather than look like a doofus dancing alone next to two couples I opted to people watch from the safety of a wall. It worked fine for me. When we left that bar we were really limited on options. The bars close at 4am and after that the only thing really open are the dance clubs. But since we were done dancing (or at least I know I was) we had to come up with another plan. We tried to find some place that had food. We couldn't think of anywhere so we ended up at Andrew's apartment where Claudio made us penne. It was tasty. Claudio left shortly after "dinner" and Jenny said she was going to leave, but never did. I was pretty stuck until 6am when the Metro lines started up anyway so I took a nap on the couch while Jenny, Manu, and Andrew chatted. At 6am we all left Andrew to sleep and headed home. I got back to Tres Cantos at about 8am and slept in until about 2pm.

On Saturday, I did nothing. All day. OK that isn't quite accurate. I woke up, had breakfast, checked my email and what not, read a little, and then took a nap for a couple hours. Then I woke up, had lunch, checked my email, read a little, and took another nap. I am very unaccustomed to staying up to the wee hours of the morning so it really jacked up my sleep schedule. Carlos' 50th birthday party was that night. He was left completely in the dark about the whole thing and was overwhelmed by what Consuelo had accomplished.

That afternoon all of the living room furniture was moved out the the front lawn. There were three couches each with it's own coffee table. Then around the table were several rented folding chairs. So on the lawn there were three different seating circles. On the patio there were three rented high tables and high/bar stools. It was quite a set up.

The 50 guests started arriving at 9:30p. I was ready and upstairs at 10p. I wore my red linen skirt, black heals, and an asymmetrical black tank with some sequins. I thought I looked close enough to a grown up to belong there. Everyone mingled drank on the lawn and patio. Caterers came around with various Spanish hors d'oeuvres and drinks. I spent most of my time listening to conversations that I had no clue what was being discussed and doing my best not to look bored and/or confused. I don't think I have every experienced the language barrier quite as deeply as I did that night. I knew a couple people but they were all busy talking with their friends and did little more than greet me, which is perfectly understandable. The kids were around in the beginning but even they had more conversations with the other guests. All in all it was ok, but it would have been nice to have someone to keep me company.

Twice during the evening a video was played that Consuelo had made for Carlos. In it she had all his friends and various family members record messages to him. I was on the video too, but I kept it brief and of course in English. Carlos loved the video. He was really touched. Later in the evening a magician showed up. He performed some coin tricks for the kids then did them on me. I wasn't too amused, though he was pretty good at slight of hand movements, magicians aren't really my thing. Later while he was at another table he repeated a rubber band trick for me saying he would do it again for those who were slow. I really didn't appreciate that comment. That was when I got really frustrated with the language barrier. I'm not a quiet person. I like chit chatting and socializing, but I couldn't do that here. I felt like no one there was getting to see me as me and it was not fun. The magician went on to do a performance but I opted to check my email and unload the dishwasher during that time. Natalia had translated a few of the things he was saying while I peeked in to see what he was up to. But that wasn't much fun.

Ar around 2:30a or 3:00a we all moved to the back yard for karaoke and dancing. They had hired a DJ and a bartender. I sat and listened to the first couple songs but then they started to play I Will Survive by Donna Summer. Consuelo and Natalia insisted that I come and "save" them because I spoke English. Not the most convincing argument, but I sang none the less. After a few more Spanish songs (which I just read along to) and another English song (You Are The One I Want from Grease) the cops came to bust up the party. Apparently we were being too loud. We tried to keep it down, but karaoke at a whisper isn't much fun. After that the party was pretty much over. I helped clean up and went to my room at about 4am. Then finally to sleep at 5am after talking with Flynn online for an hour.

Needless to say I needed plenty of sleep on Sunday. By the time I woke up at 1:30p most of the house had been put back together and by the time I had finished my breakfast you never would have guessed that there had been a party there the night before. I spent much of my Sunday the way I had spent my Saturday. I lounged around, read, and putzed around on the computer. I didn't take a siesta though. I didn't want to mess up my sleep pattern too much. Sunday night I went for a run. I ran for 20min, walked for 5min, ran for 40min, walked for 5min, ran for 5min, walked for 5min. When I got home I stretched and worked my Abs some. It felt great! I haven't run that well or with so little walking in ages. I really enjoyed it. According to mapmyrun.com I ran 5.5 miles.

After my run I came home, had dinner, and relaxed until bedtime. There was a big futbol match on last night so the kids were up watching that. Spain won and is going to the semifinals (or maybe quarterfinals) of the EuroCup for the first time in 22 years. It's pretty exciting.

After last nights run I decided that I'm ready to run a 10k race this fall. 10k is about 6.5 miles. Then I think I would like to start building up to run a marathon. I figure I should be ready to run one in a year or two. I could probably train hard and be ready within a couple months, but I'm not really in any hurry. I'll run some 10ks and half marathons to prepare. That's just something for me to keep in the back of my mind and start gearing towards.

Life here has been very comfortable. I haven't written much because I have found a nice day to day routine and not much out of the ordinary seems to be happening. That's find by me! I'm enjoying my time here. This week is the kids first week of summer vacation. We start morning lessons tomorrow. Our goal is to get them all done by the time I have to leave for work at noon. That way we all have our evenings to do with what we please.

Other than that I don't have much to report. Hasta luego.

Pictures from Barcelona

Here are pictures from our trip to Barcelona. The first group of pictures were taken from Sophia's camera.

I'm winking like the picture. There is a lot of grafitti in Madrid and Barcelona. Sophia liked this one so I got to pose by it. In case you can't tell, I'm trying to wink like the picture.

Yep. I'm chillin on a Mamoth.

Our market lunch: Assorted fruit, nuts, olives, and fuet (meat).

Sophia and I took a break from wandering to relax in this quiet plaza.

It's a meat market. I bought some fuet for lunch. Yum.

Whee!!

We don't need to buy a balloon! It's like they say, "Take a picture. It'll last you longer."

Barcelona's version of Pike Place Market has candy. Delicious looking candy.

Sophia going nuts!

I want a scooter.

These scooters are all over. And there are Gaudis all over too, just like the one behind me.

Sophia and I and Plaza Catalunya

A Gaudi!

Me and the Arc de Triomf.

The following pictures are from my camera during out trip. aka my perspective.

Sophia and her first time at the Mediterranian Sea.

Sophia feeling the warm sand between her toes.

I think this jungle gym rope thing is supposed to be for kids. But that didn't stop Sophia and I from climging up to enjoy the view.

Yes... that's a giant sea creature (crayfish) coming to eat us all with a big smile on it's face. Pay back's a...

This one is in Madrid... but that's ok. Jenny, Sophia and I had fun cruisin around the city together.

We had several stops in various Starbucks. They were the only shops that seemed to offer leche soja (soy milk)

I don't know what it is, but I like it.

The Mediterranean beach

Sophia and I enjoyed a nice stroll along the boardwalk... so did everyone else.

That looks like the start of a farmer's tan, don't you think? I know, I'm just as shocked as you are. I can tan!

Sophia had a fun time enjoying tapas and beer.

Members of the Clean Plate Club Spanish Chapter.

Pet stores in Barcelona are interesting. There are several open air booths on the main tourist strip, La Rambla. They have fish, mice, birds, rabbits, hamsters... Over my shoulder you can see some rabbit's foot key chains. Maybe I'm alone on this one, but I thought it was strange to sell rabbits feet when right near by are actual live pet rabbits for sale. Those poor rabbits have to look at those feet all day hoping they are cute enough to be sold as pets rather than taken out back to be made into key chains!

We enjoyed La Rambla.

The Cathedral is being renovated... but it's still pretty impressive.

Here we are on the steps in front of the Cathedral listening to some live performers around the corner. This picture was taken moments before Sophia was brought luck by a kind bird, by pooping on her back.

Plaza Real

Sophia and I ready to head out for the evening.

Sophia and her master detective skills determined that our roommates were female.

When we first got into Barcelona all we could do was follow the crowd. When they got off the train we got off the train with our fingers crossed.

She may not look like, but she is having a blast!

Sophia drank the water. Legend has it she will wind up living in Barcelona for good now.

Barcelona con mi hermana

Friday June 13th

4:30am: Sophia and I wake up. We have already packed a single small backpack. We throw on our clothes and pack the last of our things.

5:30am: We head out to the street to meet our taxi driver. The night before Consuelo called the cab company for us so that we could get to the airport on time. He arrives right on time and we have a quick uneventful ride to the airport. However once we got there we found out that he started the meter when he left his base, which explains why the meter was already at 7 Euros before we even left the house. Lame. Also there is a fee because we have to go through a toll. It turned out to be an expensive half hour drive!

6:30am: Getting through security was a breeze and we wander around the airport looking for coffee. The shops were just starting to open. We finally found one. I got OJ and a tortla and Sophia got cafe con leche and a napalitano. We take our time and chat while we enjoy our breakfasts. As seven rolls around we start walking to the gate. When we get there we find out they are already on the Final Boarding Call. Phew! Good thing we didn't miss it. That would have sucked.

7:15am: We are off! I brought "My Sister's Keeper" and read it on the plane. Allison told me I had to read it and I must say I wasn't disappointed. After a short nap and a short flight we landed in Barcelona.

8:30am: I was sort of surprised that we didn't have to show our passports to anyone, but why would we? We didn't leave Spain. It just seemed strange to be flying in a foriegn country and not have to show a passport. Since we didn't check in any luggage when we got off the plane we walked directly to the train station. Sophia showed off her MC Hammer dance moves as we went.

9:00am: We are on the train and waiting for it to take off. The thing is packed! It eventually gets moving... slowly. And before too long a voice says something over the intercom that causes everyone to groan. At the first stop everyone on the train gets off. Sophia and I (and another confused non-Spanish speaker) get off too. As the train heads back in the direction from which we just came we decide we ought to follow the masses to the next train. We get on another train and wait patiently for our stop. I was super surprised when we arrived at the our stop because I had been thinking we would have to take the subway and had been looking for our subway stop. But the subway wasn't needed. So here we were right where we needed to be.

10:00am: When we arrived at street level the city was wide awake. It is hard to tell the energy of a city from its underground system, but as soon as we could see the light of day we could tell what Barcelona was about. There were cars coming and going, amazing architecture was everywhere, and people from every walk of life where out and about. We walked down a couple blocks and crossed a couple streets and did a couple U-turns before we finally arrived at our hostel. I walked up to the counter and when it was my turn said, "I'm checking in." The young guy behind the counter responded with, "No you're not." Apparently, check in isn't until 11am. So we stashed our backpack in the luggage room and I grabbed some cereal from the free breakfast that was still going on. Then we took off to wander the city. We found Plaza Cataluña right off the bat. It is one of the major centers of the city. We wandered through the neighborhoods and stumbled across some neat places. We found the Arc de Triumph (which apparently isn't just in Paris) and the Mediterranean Sea.

1:00pm: At one or so we were certifiably exhausted. We made our way back to the hostel and proceeded to wait for what seemed like forever. A bridal party from Italy, presumably in town for a bachelorette party, was ahead of us in line and since only one computer was running we had to wait for all eight ladies to show their passports and sign in. When we finally got to check in the guy at the counter was nice. We paid, signed in, and headed upstairs to get our backpack and find our room. Finding our room was easy enough, it was the one closest to the cafeteria/common room. We made our beds and prepared for a little siesta. As we unwound we became curious about our roommates. There were two towels hanging on two of the bunk beds and being the mighty detective that she is, Sophia was able to determine that our bunkmates were in fact female. This determination was based solely on the smell of the towels mind you. We relaxed in our rooms for a couple hours. I read, napped and showered. Sophia showered, read, and napped.

5:00pm: I actually don’t know what time we got up and out the door again. But I’m going to guess it was around 5pm. We headed back down to Plaza Cataluña and into the area known as Barri Gotic.

8:00pm: Armed with information copied down from our Frommer’s guide we wandered the streets some more and eventually found Taller de Tapas. We enjoyed a nice tapas dinner… chorizo, sautéed mushrooms, patatas bravas, bread with tomato, and croquets. It was all very tastey. My favorites are the patatas bravas (potatoes with a spicy sauce) and the croquets. Next we headed off to see the city at night. However we didn’t see much.

11:00pm: After wandering around so much and not really knowing where else to go we went back to the hostel and to bed. I’ve decided that I’m really not that interested in the club scene, which I’m sure was a disappointment to Sophia. We were the first to arrive back at our room and were already in bed when two young (21ish) Canadian girls (just like Sophia detected) and two young (27ish) Argentinean guys made their ways back to the room later in the evening. I read for a while then turned out my light. After all, tomorrow was going to be another busy day full of wandering and food.

Saturday June 14th

8:00am: I wake up several times to the sounds of our roommates packing and leaving. I finally decide that more sleep just isn’t going to happen for me around 8am. I turn on the light near my bed and read some more of my book. I only have about a quarter of the book left at this point and it’s good.

9:00am: It’s time for Sophia and I to start moving. We are supposed to be checked out of the hostel at 10am, the same time that breakfast stops being served. We load up our bag (and acquired shopping bags) then head to breakfast. Even though our room is the closest to the cafeteria we couldn’t really hear all the people in there eating. There had to have been at least 25 people in there enjoying cereal, fruit, toast, juice, milk, coffee, and tea.

10:00am: Finished with breakfast and with our bags securely placed in the Luggage Room we head out to explore more of Barcelona for the day. We find a Starbucks so Sophia can have coffee (can you believe it’s the only shop we could find that offered soy milk?). While she drinks we plan our route for the day. Route is a term I use very loosely. We basically wandered… a lot. We wandered up and down La Rambla, to the beach, to the zoo, through a park, and past the Cathedral.

2:30pm: After our stroll along the beach we headed back to the fresh farmers’/seafood/meat market near La Rambla. There we bought some fresh fruit, an assortment of olives and nuts, and fuet. Then we found a quiet street and ate our own little picnic.

3:30pm: After our picnic we wandered some more. Barcelona is a great city for wandering, let me tell you. Neither Sophia nor I were particularly interested in going into any of the museums or churches or any of those typical tourist type things. But in the end we did go into both a church and museum. After I had stopped for a gofre (waffle) with ice cream (pretty much my favorite Spanish desert/treat) we sat and ate it in front of Saint Mary’s church. After we (I) finished we stepped inside to see how it looked. Unbeknownst to us a wedding ceremony was in progress. We stood in the back with other passersby for several minutes than continued on our wandering. Next we found the Picasso Museum. It was very neat. I don’t think any of the pieces in the collection had been in the exhibit I went to several months ago at the Reina Sofia Museum in Madrid. I really liked seeing more of his work. There was also a great exhibit featuring artist’s interpretations of the famous Velasquez painting “Las Meninas”. I liked it a lot.

7:00pm: After the museums we found a government convoy that led to a plaza where a protest was going on. There were a small group of people with signs and just as many police officers. Sophia and I thought it was wise to keep moving. We found some souvenirs and then found dinner at a little sandwich shop. Bocadillos for the win.

8:30pm: We made our way back to the hostel and walked the streets of Barcelona one last time. The weather cooperated with us the whole weekend. It was over cast and warm, but not rainy. The people had been friendly and diverse (tons of travelers). When we got back to the hostel we got our bags and relaxed in the common room until it was time for us to head to the train station. We weren’t able to relax much though. The Eurocup football (aka soccer) matches were being played and a large group of Spanish fans, dressed as toreros and a toro, sang, yelled, and drank pretty much the whole time we were in there. I was surprised by their enthusiasm considering I haven’t found a single Spaniard yet who thinks Spain will get passed the next round.

9:15pm: Sophia and I left the hostel and rode the short ride on the metro (aka subway) to the train station. We got to the station about 45min early so instead of waiting around twiddling our thumbs we decided to head to a nearby bar for some calamari and beers.

10:20pm: When we got back to the train station we were running. Our train was supposed to leave in only a couple minutes! When we got to the platform indicated on the screen the train that was there was a local train and was not what we wanted. I became anxious and ran back up the escalator and asked an employee where we needed to be. Apparently, had accidentally by-passed security and check in. Oops. We found the right platform and our train, but were unable to find our seats. There was no 115 or 116 on that train so we sat down in two empty seats and hoped for the best. The conductor wasn’t bothered a bit when he came by so we stayed where we were, in the car closest to the dining car.

10:30pm-7:30am: We “enjoyed” a long, loud, pretty uncomfortable train ride back to Madrid. The dining car quieted down around 3am but I still woke up every hour or so as various limbs fell asleep. Our seat didn’t recline and the arm rest wouldn’t budge so we were pretty limited in our positioning. We were able to sleep a bit, but were ready for more when we finally rolled into Madrid.

Sunday June 15th

7:30am: We got into Madrid on time and found a train to Tres Cantos that would arrive in 15min. We waited quietly in the station and rode quietly to Tres Cantos. We were both really tired.

8:15am: When we got off the train in Tres Cantos it was a short three block walk to the bus stop that would take us to my house. On the way we found a coffee shop that was open. We decided to stop in for juice and churros. Churros and chocolate are a famous Madrid morning treat, particularly after a long night out at the clubs. We skipped the chocolate and had OJ instead and I’m sure this confused everyone in the little shop because it’s a pretty strange combination. The churros we got were small and crisp. They looked nothing like the thick doughy things everyone else in the shop were eating. Not wanting to deal with the language barrier in our tired state we ate our little puny churros, drank our fresh squeezed juice, then went to the bus stop.

9:00am: We got home and slept. We slept well into the afternoon and it felt good… really good. When I woke up I finished my book, with a “what?!” ending, took a shower, had brunch (aka breakfast at 2pm), and relaxed for the rest of the afternoon. The family had gone to a friend’s birthday celebration so we had the house all to ourselves.

5:00pm: Finally, we decided it was time to get moving for the day. We got dressed and ready and headed to Madrid to do some more wandering. As if we hadn’t wandered enough this weekend!!

7:00pm: We met my friend Jenny in Sol. I bought some summer sandals, we watched a mime entertain a really large crowd in a crowded intersection before getting stopped by the cops. He was by far the funniest street performer I’ve seen to date. Then we went to the Palace and the Palace garden. It was sunny and warm.

9:00pm: Sophia, Jenny, and I had little sandwiches for dinner and Sophia got to try her first Spanish sangria. I think she liked it, though there wasn’t anything too exciting about it. Jenny headed off to find an internet café and Sophia and I headed toward the bus station for our ride back to Tres Cantos.

11:00pm: Back home and back in bed our long weekend finally came to an end. It was only three days but I felt like we covered a lot of ground. We had a great time with each other and I am really glad I got to see Barcelona. I know there is much more of it to see and some day I’ll make it back to see where else I can wander to.

All in all, it was a great trip.

Toledo and Segovia Pictures

Here are the pictures from my adventures in Segovia and Toledo with Samantha. We had fun!

I am a fan of the green/blue contrast.


Toledo old city walls.


Sam and I are tired after a long day of walking, but we're still having fun!

Spanish cities love their Cathedrals.

The Cathedral in Toledo.


Just hanging out in Toledo.


Toledo.


Old city walls.


This castle is the closest I've come to Disneyland and Sam is like my Mickey Mouse!

Castles are fun. I should look into owning one.


The Roman Aqueducts of Segovia.


It's pretty awesome. You've got to admit.


I don't know if I'm supposed to be climbing on the Aqueducts. Probably not. But there I am.

On the train to Segovia.

The Roman Aqueduct and the beautiful blue sky.

I'm practicing my rock climbing skills on the aqueducts.

Me with the Aquaduct.

The Cathedral in Segovia.