So, it's been awhile. Mostly the fault of our computer not being easily accessable. Here goes.
We left Madrid in high style in a manual red van. My dad stalled it twice, I was amused. Fortunately, I have SeaBands, they are amazing. Because of them I can now read in the car without becoming incredibly nauseaus. Unfortunately, I might not have enough reading material for the 12 hour flight back home! Such is life.
We arrived in Toledo and stayed at a Hilton on top of a hill. The hill had once been home to a castle and the Hilton had merged it's hotel into the castle. It was very classy. The bathroom was completely covered in black tile and echoed. Very nice. There was, once again, three beds so there was little debate/argument over who had to share the bed with who. Very nice considering that we find plenty other things to argue about. :( They also had a pool which was very welcome despite the cold water. When we arrived at the pool the sun, which had been staying behind clouds, broke out. There were mixed reactions about it. Dad burns like nobody's business. I don't like to suntan that much so it shortened my time at the pool but we were going into the city anyway so it didn't matter much.
We went and toured Toledo and I got some lovely things. A statue of a bull, it is orange and awesome. I also got my first friend gift as well as a very pretty bowl. It was very hot in Toledo and the streets were very narrow and very cobble-y. Toledo is a very old and very beautiful town though. Also very hilly which is no bueno for my feet, ankles, and knees. Nowadays I am ALWAYS behind my family, usually by a lot.
We stayed one night in Toledo and then piled back into the car and headed for Cuenca. ANOTHER every rising, cobble-y town on a MOUNTAIN with tiny little streets. We took a little train dealy up to the top. We doodled around there for awhile checked out a cool museum in the hanging houses of Cuenca. These houses were built in the ?15th century?, fell into disrepair and were then renovated. It is very cool the house is built right on the edge of a cliff above one of the gorges surrounding Cuenca. The balconies are literally hanging above thin air.
There was a older begger woman who passed us while we were walking. Out of habit I said no to her begging and then stopped and realized what had just happened. She had obviously not been someone who had fallen on hard times because of an addiction. Later, I saw her again sitting on the steps of a cathedral. The first inspection had been sad, the second was heartwrenching. The womans legs were emaciated and her toes went in all directions but the right one. She probably had terrible pain in her hips and back and had obvious sculiosis if not something more. When I had passed her she had been slowly shuffling up a hill in a way that bespoke pain and incredible difficulty in just getting around. She had one arm that was normal length but the other was either amputated or shrunken, most likely a birth defect, and was much shorter then the other. The woman's head was tilted to the side because of a tumor the size of her head that started at the base of her skull under her hair. She was dirty, avoided, an outcast. Her belongings were packed into a small backpack which she carried with her. She didn't even have a cane. The second time I saw her my dad, knowing of my regret that I had not given her anything out of habit, handed me a 5 euro and told me to give it to her. In Europe I have no money of my own, Dad is the walking wallet.
One of the things I do is when we go to some place I usually find pleasure in seeing things other than the main thing I came to see. One such thing was this little family, a mother, father, and their son. They were traveling the country in style on motorcycles. The father had his little boy up behind him and the boy appeared to be sitting on most of the family's travel gear. He was pretty much enthroned. What was the best though was that they all had head sets with mics on them so that they could talk to each other during their travelling on the road. I loved it. I didn't manage to take a picture though. :(
When we got back down the hill we got back in the car and headed for that 8th century Arab castle many of you know about. I forget the town name but the town itself was more like a village. It was tiny and out in the middle of lots of farmland. The castle was the first place we stayed that I had to share a bed with one of my sisters. We managed just fine. Apparently though, after C and I fell asleep, V witnessed something rather funny. I had told C multiple times to not kick my foot. The one that had surgery on it. Well, in my sleep I had moved over until I was basically on C's side of the bed and I slowly moved my leg and touched C's. Whereupon I sleep yelled at her, "C! What are you doing!?!?!" and she responded, in her sleep, with a "sorry" in that sleepy voice some of you know. Of course, all of it was my fault. It caused some hilarity in the morning. Neither of us remember a thing.
We moved on the next day to Valencia. We stayed at a very nice hotel, once again with three seperate beds. We were right on the beach. Valencia is known for it's beaches so we headed there straightaway. The sand was soft, the water warm, and the riptide was non-existant. Very and you had to go relatively far out to get the water to neck level. We also had our first "simple dinner" in Valencia. We had been having a lot of very Spanish food. I understand now why my sis V said she was so tired of ham. Here it's pork products all the way.
We crossed the street to a little italian restaurant. We all had pasta dishes. C and I had pasta with cheese sauce ham bits and peas. Something that is very similar to what we sometimes eat at home. It was incredibly refreshing.
During our time in Valencia we went S.C.U.B.A. diving. I had doubts about the strength of my foot but the first dive was a success. It was also the first dive that I've ever done where my goggles have not fogged up at all!! I was very excited. We saw octopus and many fish. My favorites were tiny little royal purple colored fishes. We went back to shore for some lunch, Dad and C then departed. Dad wasn't impressed with the Mediteranean variety and Cindy had been unable to go down because of her swimmer's ear. Mom decided she'd try again and V and I (we're usually dive partners) decided we'd go down again too. I was down for about 10 to 15 minutes when my ankle and foot started to tire for real. I decided to go up before I got exhausted. Diving is not a sport where you want to get exhausted. So, I signal I need to go up and I get assigned a dive master who is not on duty and we go up and get back to the boat. My mom is there because she couldn't manage to get down again she has issues with being too buoyant and very sensitive ears. There were also two other divers one was teaching the other rescue diving. Fun to watch. Soon, the others joined us on the boat and we started back to land. One of my favorite parts of diving is the boat ride. We were on a inflatable boat this time so I actually straddled the side and rode that way. It was very fun. The water was so blue and clear you could see the bottom most of the time. Anyway, we were riding in and then the vroom of the boat turned into a sputter.
My fingers are getting tired. I'm going to go rest awhile and then continue... ;P