I Feel like Salt

So, after last nights experience in the Bar and going to sleep at 5A, I woke up at 7A a wee in the wocus. I opted out of a shower to lay in bed and keep my eyes closed longer, and after getting dressed in like 2 minutes, I skipped cookies for breakfast and informed Sylvia that I need something to soak up the sangria I could still taste. So we went to Hot Dok. Which is a hot dog stand. I ordered a brat and some french fries because I was starving. I ate on the bus, which made me feel a lot better.

Once we got to the Universitat, we climbed on a bus and mumbled about how we were all going to nap on the way to the ruins (our excursion for the day). However, me, Holly, Analise, and Sylvia and a couple of the guys and people who moved back to join our merryment spent the entire time talking and laughing. More laughing than talking. The combination of our exhaustion and the few memories we've made in the last couple days was hilarious and none of us slept. Mistake.

Once we got to the ruins, we realized that we were once again trekking through history. The ruins were cool but once you've seen one pile of rocks (which we saw when we went to the Museo de Historia de Cataluña), you have really seen them all. It was neat though. John C. Wilcox was our 'guide' for the trip but the man speaks so quietly with his Liverpool accent that the four of us quickly lost interest and focused on making our own fun. Which was a really good time. Rocks (aka ruins) are much more interesting when you're with people you like. We saw some statues, a really famous one but I could have sworn that statue was wearing Crocs.

After the ruins, we thankfully got back on the bus and headed for Girona, a beautiful city with lots of history, hills, and Jewish people. Mostly hills and history. First we had a traditional Spanish lunch. Spainards have their big meal as lunch and it goes on for hours, literally. We ate at this wonderful little Italian restaurant. I had eggplant parmesean as my first plate and fish as my second plate and fruit for dessert. And wine, of course. There was duck confit but JCW (John C. Wilcox) told us it was turkey. Had I know I would have had it. One girl ordered it and didn't like it so she let my table try it. It was amazing. The fish was incredible too. It was Haik (perhaps spelled incorrectly) and was fresh from the Mediterranean with a spinach sauce on top. Lunch took 2 hours and sent me even further spiraling into my sleep deprivation, so why not climb a mountain?

We started on this beautiful bridge with our tour guide (who blessedly spoke English...I have learned that I pay far better attention when I understand almost everything) and pretty much hike up a mountain. I was so exhausted I thought I was going to die. Of course it was breathtaking and fascinating. The city itself has a rich Roman and Jewish history. The coolest part of all, and I'm telling you this was incredible, was that they were in the midst of a festival that honored flowers. Its called tems de flor and it was so pretty. All the buildings had these beautiful arrangments that were everywhere and the air smelled so pretty, like fresh cut lillies. It was so different and awesome. After climbing the mountain for like 2 hours, they finally relented and let us go home where I immediately passed out for like an hour. I'm still salty from sweating my way up the mountain. We had dinner of noodles (which were so much better than last time), marinated mushrooms (which I ate a whole lot of), tortilla española (our señora makes the best! although I asked her if it had horse in it instead of onion which she found hilarious), and flan and ice cream for dessert. Now, I'm off to shower and going to return to La Oveja Negra for some more sangria. Tomorrow we're going to Tarrango to spend some time at the beach. I can't wait! I love Spain and I especially love the people I'm with.