Since I haven't posted in a while and schools getting busy I figured I'd put up an essay I wrote a couple summers ago. When I wrote it I had just arrived in Spain after spending about seven weeks in the Valley. I was feeling lonely and wondering why I'd left the best place to climb in the world. It was about 3am, hot and humid as hell, I was sick, and the tiger mosquitoes wouldn't leave me alone (oh how pleasant the Spanish summertime can be). Anyways this is what resulted. I was pretty proud of it and it brings back some great memories, sorry if it's a little corny...
