This weekend the Serranos took us to a fort that was around eight hundred years old located on the coast at a little town named Baiona. It was really cool! We walked around the whole wall which was a couple of kilometers long I believe. There were old cannons and a couple of ruined buildings along with a nice, modern, government-run hotel. :p The views from the walls were great and the whole thing felt very castle-like. I tried to imagine what it would be like for a soldier protecting the fort from invaders.
After the fort we toured a replica of the 'Pinta Caravel'. It is the first ship to make it back from the Americas, making the People of Baiona the first people in Europe to hear of the discovery of America. The ship is so much smaller then I ever would have thought would be able to cross the Atlantic ocean. It would have been unpleasant to be a crew member in such a small place, especially when half of it was off limits to most of them. Talk about cabin feavor! Anyway, after hearing about what life on the sea was like, I think that having the flue on the plane to Spain could have been worse.
Last on the agenda for the day was the ruins of an ancient Celtic village. So cool! The buildings were all little tiny round huts. When they found the remains there were only a few stones left. Many of the walls have been rebuilt to show what it would have been like long ago but most have only had enough stones added so viewers can better see where the buildings were. I assume that families had more than one house each because the huts are so small how would they fit to sleep?
Life here is going pretty well. I am getting really impatient for my guitar to be ready so I can commence my plans on becoming a guitar genius while here in Spain. The weather appears to have taken a turn for the worse and I have a feeling that beach days are over for the next few months. It has been raining quite a bit. On the worst days the wind howls through the spaces in our poorly insulated windows and wakes us up and I look outside and it looks miserable! In my head I am trained to bundle up and layer when the weather is like that, especially since I have to walk everywhere I want to go, but when I finally get to where I'm going, I am all sweaty and half my layers have come off. Unfortunately, my poor ears are always cold. (Mom I blame you for at one! lol). The weather really isn't bad except for the wind. And you would think that the worst part of the wind would be walking through it, or maybe the ghost noises coming from the windows? Not true. It is the cause of a chain of events that I must admit I don't completely understand, resulting in the most ungodly of stenches. Rotten seaweed has become the bane of my outdoor existence (luckily I am safe inside as long as the window isn't open for too long). The beach that I so love to look at from my window has betrayed me by sheltering an unreasonably large amount of seaweed. When the tide goes out guess what doesn't go with it? I feel like I need a gas mask just to leave my apartment! To be fair, it probably isn't that bad... It probably goes away once I walk half a block in any direction but I feel like it is haunting me!
Anyway... Life is good, if just a little bit uneventful.
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