...well only one, but I did get a prickler in my hand. This weekend I spent 2 days hiking up and down the Alpujarras (southern face of the Sierra Nevadas). Yes, Laura did hike, and I would even go as far to say as I loved it. The girly girl only came out when I realized my white Nikes were muddied by all the rivers I had to cross. I forded a river (I hope that is the correct use of "to ford". With so much spanish vocab it's hard to keep all this English correct) The biggest accomplishment was reaching the mile high peak on Saturday morning. We spent 6 hours hiking each day (Friday and Saturday). Friday night we were treated to a typical Alpujarra meal. I had the most delicious swordfish and of course dessert was a chocolatey goodness (well deserved, I might add). We started up at 9am the following morning. So many breathtaking views as well as breathtaking inclines! Not feeling too sore today, in case any one was wondering. Strangely, my ankles are sore, which is probably because the terrain was so uneven and rocky. Dad, you would have not liked that part! And if you accuse me of taking an escalator to the top again I'll have you notice the pictures of how sweaty and tired I am. That would have never happened if I had rode up the mountain in comfort. In fact it was the exact opposite of comfort. Also complaints were kept to a minimum because I was so distracted by the outstanding views, well that and trying to keep my footing, all attention was focused on not plummeting downward.
Pictures are updated! So be sure to check them out (mainly to prove that I actually did infact scale a mountain).
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