Camping en España

Today and yesterday I was able to cross three items off of my "Spain Bucket List!"

     Yesterday afternoon, we packed up at Kayla's apartment. I've been camping many times before, but was still surprised to see how much stuff we needed for just one night! Everybody had a heavy load on their backs, but I was the turtle! I carried around the tent, which is wrapped up in some circular carrier--it was awkward to load the bus on our way to the mountain!

Brad, Andrew, Kayla, Sally and I [am the "turtle"]

     About a ten-minute bus-ride later, we were in a small pueblo outside of Murcia. We climbed up through the town and passed a really neat looking graveyard. From the outside, it reminded me of the above-ground tombs that I visited in Lafayette Cemetery, New Orleans this January.

Some places just have this pull...I HAD to come back here.

     As out of shape as I mentioned that I was in the last post, I had a bit of difficulty climbing up the slopes. There were a lot of loose rocks, and not a very pre-trekked path. On our way up, we stopped to pick some tasty lemons on the outskirts of an orchard. They made our water taste twice as refreshing!

     Eventually, we got to a road where people can drive most of the way up the mountain to picnic or hike around. We walked up the road for quite a bit; I was glad to get back to sure-footedness. At any point on the way up the mountain, you could turn around for a beautiful view. Even halfway up, we were already so far above the city! Once we made it to the top, I felt like I should've been in a plane to get a view like this.

     There was a clearing with picnic tables and a great view of an even higher peak of the mountain. We tried to casually avoid the picnickers, as camping technically isn't allowed there.

The level Kayla is standing is where we camped. Spoiler alert: the next day we hiked all the way up to that peak!

We made it to our campsite!

     We spent quite a bit of time searching for firewood. I think the guys enjoyed awakening their inner cavemen (or monkeys?) by jumping up and ripping down huge, dead branches from trees and carrying them back to our site....although I think we enjoyed it just as much.

Kayla brings home the bacon

     Before we got the fire going, we climbed up a bit further on the mountain and watched the sunset on the city. It was just amazingly beautiful--I probably took a thousand pictures of it. We went back down and cooked hot dogs and s'mores. So, sooo yummy. I had forgotten how much I missed the perfect combination of cookie, marshmallow and chocolate...

After filling up on s'mores, we went back up to get a view of the city at night.

Andrew in a little cocoon outside (the girls got a tent!)

     The next morning we all woke up a bit groggy and sore... there's something about sleeping outside that really seems to throw off your body clock. We packed up camp and hid it behind a boulder. Little did I know: we had much more exploring to do!

Me at the very, very tippy-top. I can't believe I made it!

     We climbed up even further, to the peak of the mountain that we saw when we first came to the clearing. Andrew, Sally and I found a great spot to watch the mountain climbers. Sally and I laughed that we pigged out on chocolate as the climbers did their strenuous workouts. It made me want to climb so much! I'll have to take a class as some point.

We watched a jacked 65-ish year old man embarrass the younger climbers. Dayum.

     After a few hours of chillin' up top, we headed back down to camp to continue chilling and prepare ourselves for the long trek back down the mountain. I tried peanut butter on just about every leftover food I could find (I haven't had it in over 4 months!).

Our trek down the mountain...AKA saying goodbye to our escape from reality

     We realized we had missed the next bus, so we had just the perfect amount of time to stop into the cemetery we had passed on the way up! It was similar to the New Orleans cemeteries, except for two things. First, this cemetery was more modern, definitely constructed in the mid 20th century based on the dates that I saw. Second, each family "grave" was enclosed in its own mini-chapel. There were several family members in each site, often grandparents, children, and nietos (grandchildren). Each grave looked like a tiny church--it had a door, windows with blinds, and usually two benches opposite each other. There was an altar with candles and flowers inside each grave. We couldn't enter them because you needed a key for each one, but we could see all we needed by peeking in the windows. What a neat experience--I was so excited to check this off of my Spain Bucket List!

     We got home a little while after 5pm, so I washed my stanky clothes and took the most glorious post-hike ducha.

     After just a couple hours of cleaning up at home, I was out yet again in Murcia. We met up in Plaza Cardenal Belluga, in front of the Cathedral, to watch the Tres Culturas finale concert.

     I had no idea what to expect really; I just didn't imagine that it would be so fun and upbeat. There were Senegalese dancers, singers, and musicians, Murcian dancers, poetry-reading, and a lot of clapping. It was such a fun experience to watch the people in front of me sort of bobbing along to the music; it seemed like no one could stop themselves from moving!

The dancers looked like they were all having an absolute blast up there, and some of the African drummers were smiling so big that you could see their teeth from far away in the audience.

Video: Murcians dancing on sand to Senegalese drummers!

It was really neat to see the Cathedral all lit up like that...as if it wasn't already beautiful!

After about two hours of the spectacle, my glutes and legs reminded me that I was far too pooped to keep standing. What an exhausting and exhilarating couple of days!