Location: Sierra De Guarra, Spain
The car-park came into view. With every step closer, she cherished every fleeting second that passed. Finally with disappointment she let her hand loosen until finally, she let go.
I woke up trembling, covered in sweat followed by an avalanche of chills covering my body in goosebumps, I had been betrayed! My unrefrigerated lover Saucisse au roquefort deceived me! I crawled to the bathroom on all fours clutching my twisting stomach panting for oxygen. Damn you delicious sausage!
When I finally emerged from the bathroom it appeared I had entered a battle of the death with a bear, Superman on the other hand stood calmly completely unscathed by the malicious sausage. I crawled into the car dragging my suitcase behind me, only to find that the sausage had conspired with the road that twisted every 15 metres. Hours past until we finally reached our destination, the West of Sierra De Guarra.
We walked along the dirt path, while I tightly grasped onto the tallest blade of straw I could find. It felt warm in my hands, comforting - I regretted the moment that I would inevitably have to let it go. Earth blanketed my feet, locusts flew from every corner and thorns grabbed at my legs - I looked down at my tanned sandals and my peach Marc Jacobs dress sighing softly. Perhaps not the best choice of outfit.
Upon battling through nature and being carried across rocks too steep for me to climb gracefully, we eventually reached the edge of a cliff. As the breeze touched my face flowing down into the canon below passing the circling birds of prey - I felt liberated and completely free. I could have sat on that cliff for hours utterly silenced by its raw beauty. Unfortunately we had to leave.
We past chicken farms and fields of dried grass until we approached another National Park for our afternoon hike. My stomach screamed at me, my legs protesting from the day prior but I marched on. We walked along the canyon peering down into the river below that was occupied with people bathing, laughing and playing joyfully. An hour later we found our own private watering hole. It was refreshing sitting on the warm rocks that were baked from the sun while dipping my toes into the cool running water that massaged my aching feet tenderly.
Superman looked into the sky "It's going to rain" he announced. Sceptically I welcomed the warm summers rain - I imagined it to be soft, gentle and wonderful to frolic in. What I wasn't expecting however, was to walk an hour with a cumbersome backpack with thunder exploding above my head like a canon, lightening flashing across the sky and freezing cold water trickling down my neck completely saturating my body and clothes.
Although I was trembling naked in the car-park changing my clothing with attempted discretion, I had been electrocuted with excitement! That-was-abolutely-amazing!
With the sun-setting behind the horizon, we drove through the trickling rain to Zaragoza. I pondered, it was amazing that from such a short distance both of our hikes had something unique to offer us. Contrasting scenery and different challenges, the one thing which remained alike was that they were all unforgettable experiences!
When I finally emerged from the bathroom it appeared I had entered a battle of the death with a bear, Superman on the other hand stood calmly completely unscathed by the malicious sausage. I crawled into the car dragging my suitcase behind me, only to find that the sausage had conspired with the road that twisted every 15 metres. Hours past until we finally reached our destination, the West of Sierra De Guarra.
We walked along the dirt path, while I tightly grasped onto the tallest blade of straw I could find. It felt warm in my hands, comforting - I regretted the moment that I would inevitably have to let it go. Earth blanketed my feet, locusts flew from every corner and thorns grabbed at my legs - I looked down at my tanned sandals and my peach Marc Jacobs dress sighing softly. Perhaps not the best choice of outfit.
Upon battling through nature and being carried across rocks too steep for me to climb gracefully, we eventually reached the edge of a cliff. As the breeze touched my face flowing down into the canon below passing the circling birds of prey - I felt liberated and completely free. I could have sat on that cliff for hours utterly silenced by its raw beauty. Unfortunately we had to leave.
We past chicken farms and fields of dried grass until we approached another National Park for our afternoon hike. My stomach screamed at me, my legs protesting from the day prior but I marched on. We walked along the canyon peering down into the river below that was occupied with people bathing, laughing and playing joyfully. An hour later we found our own private watering hole. It was refreshing sitting on the warm rocks that were baked from the sun while dipping my toes into the cool running water that massaged my aching feet tenderly.
Superman looked into the sky "It's going to rain" he announced. Sceptically I welcomed the warm summers rain - I imagined it to be soft, gentle and wonderful to frolic in. What I wasn't expecting however, was to walk an hour with a cumbersome backpack with thunder exploding above my head like a canon, lightening flashing across the sky and freezing cold water trickling down my neck completely saturating my body and clothes.
Although I was trembling naked in the car-park changing my clothing with attempted discretion, I had been electrocuted with excitement! That-was-abolutely-amazing!
With the sun-setting behind the horizon, we drove through the trickling rain to Zaragoza. I pondered, it was amazing that from such a short distance both of our hikes had something unique to offer us. Contrasting scenery and different challenges, the one thing which remained alike was that they were all unforgettable experiences!