Today we went to the Spanish/French Pyrenees (I don't know how to spell that, and the spell checker isn't working now, so forgive me) mountains; they were so gorgeous. We thought that we were going to go see the pilgrims who walk the Path of Saint James (Camino de Santiago) start on their adventure, but we were mistaken. Instead, we just went to one of the places where they start. Ana told us that the weather was much too bad for walking in, so we didn't see any. We went up a really windy, stretchy mountain road to get to the mountains, then back down to go over the French border, which is just a tiny wooden bridge. I got pretty car sick on the way there, but I never got to the point of throwing up, so that was a plus. We walked around a little French town for about 15 minutes, then went on our way back home. In the Chamber of Commerce in that town we met another American family from Chicago that was renting a house in the mountains for New Year's. That would be a fun way to spend the new year. But I guess spending it in Pamplona isn't too shabby, either. I realized today how amazing it is that I'm living in Spain right now, and we can just whiz on over to France for the day and come back like it was nothing. That's so strange.
Tomorrow is New Year's eve. I'm pretty excited to go out and everything. The plan so far is that me and Anna (other American), are meeting up with around 15 girls from my school all dressed up in costumes (me and Anna as cowgirls), and we're going to the old part of town to have fun. I'm a little concerned that I will be completely exhausted, because we're meeting everyone at 1:30 or 2:00 a.m. We'll see how everything goes. I hope it's fun. I'm sure it will be. If nothing else, how many times will I be in Spain for New Year's?
Happy New Year's to everyone who reads this!!
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