Picture this:A tiny red car scaling a mountainside.As you look closer you realize that there are six people crammed into this little matchbox of a car.No, they are not children that fit comfortably, but rather four women and two men.

In the driver's seat we had our host mom, Carmen, and to her right, our host sister, Carmencita.Kathryn, Sean, Andrew and I did our best to squeeze in the back, and actually managed to do it without breaking any bones.(That may have been because there wasn't room for any sort of movement.Or it may have been because we made Andrew sit on Sean's lap—precious).Either way, all six of us made it safely to the top.After a few moments of struggling to get out of the backseat, we found ourselves overlooking the entire city.The weather wasn't as conducive as we would have hoped, but I am sure we'll have plenty of opportunities to go again.

On top of the mountain there stands a huge statue that acts as a guardian for the entire city.To the right of the statue is a small church.Its interior is anything but simple with its elaborate altar.The intricate detail is repeated in two small, adjoining rooms which can be found on both sides of the altar.At the head of the church is a tomb of a priest who saw the Virgin Mary on the mountaintop. It can be seen through a glass tile in the stone flooring.

After our adventuresome afternoon, the four of us (Andrew, Kathryn, Sean and I) went into La Parte Antigua, which is the older part of the city.It's absolutely beautiful as you walk down the cobblestone streets that are lined with buildings much older than our country.We stopped for a snack, seeing as we're still adjusting to meal times, and "had" to get ice cream too.All of it came to a grand total of 3 Euros.

Last night we went to a bar, sat out on the patio and listened to Spain's form of reggae.We did all of this while continuing to go to the bar and pretend we didn't get our "tapas" with our drinks. This time it was potato chips, but other items such as: olives, wings, etc. may be served.Needless to say, we didn't look suspicious at all when the waitress cleared all three plates from our table.

It turned out to be a nice night of conversation in a calming environment.Kathryn and I took the bus home at one and were the only ones on it.No, not because we're party animals and stay out all hours of the night, but because no one in Spain goes out until then.We're both twenty, going on sixty-five. :)