When asked by one of my intercambios if I wanted to go hiking on a Saturday morning, I excitedly agreed without looking at the forecast for the weekend, my mistake! Haha! Well, being a good sport, I was up at 9am and ready to hit the mountain even though as I looked out the window while waiting to be picked up, I knew it was going to be a cold one…but I don’t think I could have ever been prepared for how cold or how much snow we would encounter. Javi and his friends picked me up from the house and we were off to what they told me was called the ‘Sierra Codes’. Meaning nothing to me at the time, I thought, “Ok, sounds fun.”…but boy did I have a lot to learn! On our way up, we had some very interesting discussions, as one of the others in the car was also a teacher, we were talking about the differences between the education systems here in Spain and back in the States, the good, the bad, and the ugly, from both sides of the Atlantic. Quite interesting, I will have to say.
As we began we were treading through ice patches and small puddles of melting snow, not so bad, right? But as we headed straight up the side of the mountain (supposedly on some sort of trail, which I am still not sure I believe), knee deep in snow for the rest of the hike. Luckily I was not guiding the group and so I could use the footsteps of the person in front of me to plant my legs down into the snow holes to keep from having to create my own and falling knee deep in snow with every step. As we reached the halfway point, there was a bit of relief, and we could look down and see how far up we had already climbed and how beautiful the view was from way up there.