My friend Allison, one of my roommates and I went to Monachil again to hike in the Sierra Nevadas because we just can't get enough of it and it's a GREAT workout. However, because it was on a Sunday and people in Spain don't have a very good work ethic, certain things aren't open and different forms of public transportation aren't always reliable. For example, after waiting an hour for our bus that said "Granada - Monachil" we realized that the bus had stopped in an unfamiliar place, there was no one else on the bus, and the bus driver was looking at us weird. She proceeded to tell us that that was the last stop and asked us where we were going. Wellllll this was an instance where I wish I knew Spanish realllllly well and could argue with this lady about bringing us to the middle of no where and then making us pay again for her to bring us to a place near by Monachil even though the bus said it was going to Monachil. This just wouldn't fly in America. However, I just vented in English and she had no idea what I was saying. It was great. I have always been one to complain about people speaking different languages in America and was a big supporter of the phrase "You're in America, Speak English." But I now understand the entertainment in it. So the lady brought us to Monachil...kind of...it was the same location that we thought was our stop the last time we went the weekend before and the bus driver told us to get back on the bus because yes it was in the middle of no where and about a 30 minute walk to Monachil. .....Therefore we got a little warm up before our real exercise of climbing up the mountains. We took a different path this time and brought back packs of snacks and bought 19 cent water. yes it was only 19 cents for this water bottle. Gotta love living right next to the Sierra Nevadas :)
As we started our adventure we came across wild horsies. Jen and I were up for attempting to pet them. That was until the horse started pooing...yeah it smelled so bad and we ran so fast. It's possible the horse did it on purpose so that we wouldn't come any closer because it didn't want to be bothered.
Like I said, we went a different way, this time we didn't have many paths, instead we created our own paths and it was a challenge but so fun especially on the way back down when we kept slipping and it was a really big struggle for my roommie Konops. She was a straggler in the back. The weather was perfect. We ended up not even needing the sweatshirts that we were wearing and the sun was beating right down on us giving our skin a nice glow. There was this little flat area on top of one of the mountains where we took our pausa (break) for snacks. After Allison and I performed the song "Aint No Mountain High Enough", with both singing and dancing, we noticed there were people a little off in to the distance that had a perfect view of our entertainment. On our way back down we stopped at this place again and laid there for about 20 minutes in the sun. Perfect place for tanning because you're so close to the sun.
We met some rock climbers. These guys were nuts and I don't think I would be able to do what they were doing because it was so steep and we were so high up in these mountains. Also, because I'm still new to the whole Spanish lingo thing, I wouldn't trust myself understanding what they were yelling at me to do while my life was literally being held on to by a piece of rope.
The pictures that I am posting do not give any justice as to just how high we were and how steep it was when we were on the edge of the mountains. It was unreal. A thrill of fear and amazement rushed through my body as I stood looking over at all of Granada on the very edges of the Sierra Nevadas thousands of miles high up in to the sky.
Also, when we were up in the mountains we saw these big group of animals that were walking up the mountains. We couldn't tell what it was at first because they looked so small from so high up, but as we were walking down we realized it was a Shepard and his sheep.
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