Day 44
Day 44: 2/12/09
The last full day at Pueblo Ingles. It was not because it had not set in yet. Domiinque from France but currently working in Barcelon and I walked to La Alberca and took some pictures and just enjoyed the sunlight. And then Eduardo and I walked again to La Alberca and talked about the village, the countryside, and just his life as a mechanic's son and now lawyer.
And then siesta.
But it was no normal siesta.
We went up to a nearby mountain top to see the views and an old monastery at the top. Four cars took off down the road at 70 kph (whatever that means) and we were winding around the base of the mountain in no time. Soon, we could see snow again but it was all frozen over from the night before. Trees were a little different on the side of this peak. High branches were far from the ground and so snow dripping off the pines fell far. But dead leafy trees had their arms sticking out in every direction very close to the ground. But no snow was attached to these unattractive creeps. The snow would rather be with big trees with stubborn egos.
Going up the mountain, the road claimed to be for both ways but we thought it would be impossible to do that. So of course we got to test this theory with a gigantic tour bus.
The tour bus was coming down the mountain and we were going up. So who has right away? No one knew so we came to a hairpin curve where the bus was waiting. It slowly pulled up to the very side of the guardrail, allowing only a couple centimeters for grace. Which left the inside of the curve for us. But it was filled with snow and it was a little steep. So Antonio slowly started to pull up. But it wasn't long before he could go no further with his left back wheel whining against the snow and ice. Everyone got out and the snow-know-how Canadians told him to back up and then we would push. And push we did. One down, three to go.
It wasn't long before we were all away and the bus was going down the mountain and we were going up. Soon we parked in the shadow of the peak and walked five minutes to the top. It was not like Sharp Top Mountain near Lynchburg Virginia where you can stand at one place and look all around in every direction. But if I ran to one side of the hill top, I could stare out at the sierras and see rolling hills covered with snow, valleys of green, and rock formations stretching out of the mountain's green and white sides.
The monastery was unoccupied of classic monks and friars but Antonio explained there is a caretaker during the winter season. He leaves the chapels door open for pilgrims or random tourists like us. Which is also beneficial for some of the group put some coins in a box and burned candles. Arched ceilings and doorways were all over the chapel and I'm sure its a great little getaway for those who desire it. But I took more time staring out at the snow covered mountains. And they're not even that tall and gigantic but the mountain air revitalized me and I was in awe of the Maker.
As soon as I can, pictures will be up!
That night, there were some phenomenal skits. Four people re-enacted the week with one scene of the very first meal where two English speakers just talked fast and bored the Spaniards who could hardly speak at all. But then the next scene was the end of the week with the Anglos tired and exhausted and the Spaniards were talkative and full of energy.
The final skit was not Pueblo Ingles based but it was hilarious. There was a director directing a play and four actors and actresses performing a scandalous dinner at a restaurant. A man and woman walk totally head over heels for each other and a friendly waiter takes them to their table. But then another woman walks in demanding to see her husband. The waiter points them out and the wife shoots the husband and other woman. The director yells cut and demands more passion. So the actors are over passionate about everything single thing they say. Then the director demands singing! So the actors sing everything they say. Then the director demands dancing so the actors are passionate, singing, and dancing! It was fantastic. Then the director says its all horrible so the wife shoots the director. Kinda anti-climatic but all in all it was great.
That night, people danced and stayed up late. I didn't get to bed until four in the morning but waking up three hours later, I was ready for another week of this!
The last full day at Pueblo Ingles. It was not because it had not set in yet. Domiinque from France but currently working in Barcelon and I walked to La Alberca and took some pictures and just enjoyed the sunlight. And then Eduardo and I walked again to La Alberca and talked about the village, the countryside, and just his life as a mechanic's son and now lawyer.
And then siesta.
But it was no normal siesta.
We went up to a nearby mountain top to see the views and an old monastery at the top. Four cars took off down the road at 70 kph (whatever that means) and we were winding around the base of the mountain in no time. Soon, we could see snow again but it was all frozen over from the night before. Trees were a little different on the side of this peak. High branches were far from the ground and so snow dripping off the pines fell far. But dead leafy trees had their arms sticking out in every direction very close to the ground. But no snow was attached to these unattractive creeps. The snow would rather be with big trees with stubborn egos.
Going up the mountain, the road claimed to be for both ways but we thought it would be impossible to do that. So of course we got to test this theory with a gigantic tour bus.
The tour bus was coming down the mountain and we were going up. So who has right away? No one knew so we came to a hairpin curve where the bus was waiting. It slowly pulled up to the very side of the guardrail, allowing only a couple centimeters for grace. Which left the inside of the curve for us. But it was filled with snow and it was a little steep. So Antonio slowly started to pull up. But it wasn't long before he could go no further with his left back wheel whining against the snow and ice. Everyone got out and the snow-know-how Canadians told him to back up and then we would push. And push we did. One down, three to go.
It wasn't long before we were all away and the bus was going down the mountain and we were going up. Soon we parked in the shadow of the peak and walked five minutes to the top. It was not like Sharp Top Mountain near Lynchburg Virginia where you can stand at one place and look all around in every direction. But if I ran to one side of the hill top, I could stare out at the sierras and see rolling hills covered with snow, valleys of green, and rock formations stretching out of the mountain's green and white sides.
The monastery was unoccupied of classic monks and friars but Antonio explained there is a caretaker during the winter season. He leaves the chapels door open for pilgrims or random tourists like us. Which is also beneficial for some of the group put some coins in a box and burned candles. Arched ceilings and doorways were all over the chapel and I'm sure its a great little getaway for those who desire it. But I took more time staring out at the snow covered mountains. And they're not even that tall and gigantic but the mountain air revitalized me and I was in awe of the Maker.
As soon as I can, pictures will be up!
That night, there were some phenomenal skits. Four people re-enacted the week with one scene of the very first meal where two English speakers just talked fast and bored the Spaniards who could hardly speak at all. But then the next scene was the end of the week with the Anglos tired and exhausted and the Spaniards were talkative and full of energy.
The final skit was not Pueblo Ingles based but it was hilarious. There was a director directing a play and four actors and actresses performing a scandalous dinner at a restaurant. A man and woman walk totally head over heels for each other and a friendly waiter takes them to their table. But then another woman walks in demanding to see her husband. The waiter points them out and the wife shoots the husband and other woman. The director yells cut and demands more passion. So the actors are over passionate about everything single thing they say. Then the director demands singing! So the actors sing everything they say. Then the director demands dancing so the actors are passionate, singing, and dancing! It was fantastic. Then the director says its all horrible so the wife shoots the director. Kinda anti-climatic but all in all it was great.
That night, people danced and stayed up late. I didn't get to bed until four in the morning but waking up three hours later, I was ready for another week of this!
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