The Best and Worst of Times

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September 19th 2011

Today was a difficult day for my roommate Hayley. She lost her 17-year-old brother a year ago to the day. It is really hard for her to be apart from her family right now, but Devin and I have been doing our best to support her. Hayley asked us to go with her to the beach tonight to light a candle in her brother’s honor. When we told Milagros and Jesus where we were going, they insisted that they go with us for support. It was really touching to see two people take on a parenting role to a couple of girls who they haven’t known for more than a few weeks. Jesus told us to think of him as a real father while we are here.

When we got to the beach, Hayley, Devin, Jesus, Milagros and I had to huddle really close together to block the wind so we could light the candle. We had a few minutes of silence for Brandon and then Jesus opened the backpack he brought and pulled out three long wooden sticks and stuck them into the ground and lit them. He is a kung fu instructor and is

fascinated by Chinese culture. He explained to us that in China, this is how they light they way for loved ones lost and that there had to be three because two and four were considered unlucky numbers. It was incredible that he thought to honor Hayley’s brother in a way that was special and unique like that. After the beach, Hayley, Devin and I went on to a park with an ocean view to light the candle again. I asked Hayley if she would mind if I said a prayer for Brandon and we all closed our eyes and took turns saying something. I think it meant a lot to Hayley. She shared her favorite memories she has of her and her brother with a smile on her face and tears in her eyes. It was a good night for our family here, despite the sad occasion.

Tuesday September 20th, 2011

When I went into the kitchen to make some breakfast before school, I was surprised to find two notes tucked into small colorful paper envelopes. I grabbed one and took out the note to find my name on it. The note said “Buenos dias! Jerica, que seas

muy feliz en este precioso dia. Que hables mucho espanol! Ja, ja, ja…” For those of you who don’t speak Spanish, the note said “Good morning! Jerica, I hope that you may be happy on this precious day. I hope that you speak a lot of Spanish! Ha, ha, ha…”. We later found out that Jesus had written the notes for us. It made my day, because it reminded me of the notes that my mom use to put in my lunchbox when I was younger.
I went to the library to study after class for a few hours… I was trying to stay busy so I wouldn’t have to think about the fact that Blake and I were apart on our 3 year anniversary. I did get to Skype with him on his lunch break, so that was great. I can’t believe it has been 3 years!

After dinner, Hayley and I met up with some of the international students from our class and went to a bar for Salsa dancing lessons. It was so much fun! Our instructor just had us get behind him and imitate his steps and then after a few minutes of practice he

would pair us up with a random guy and we would practice with partners. He said I was a natural =). I hope salsa dancing becomes a weekly ritual!

Wednesday September 21st, 2011

It was difficult to get up this morning because we didn’t get home from salsa dancing until about 1:30 AM. I wasn’t in the best of moods for some reason, but that didn’t last long. Jesus walked into our room with a huge box and said it was for me! I opened it to find that Blake had sent me the most beautiful flowers! I was surprised, because I didn’t expect him to send me anything since we are so far apart. He is always so incredibly sweet to me and I love him. You are the best Blake!

It is about 4 PM here in Cadiz and I need to go study so I will do well on my final on Friday. Wish me luck!

Jerica

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Stranglers

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The first day here our program coordinator thought it would be cool to give us the lowdown on Athenians. We were told to basically never trust any of them. Ever. For anything, forever. Apparently everyone from Athens is trying to scam us, scare us, steal from us, or steal us. Our coordinator really made it sound like there was going to be stranglers around every corner waiting to strike. I was so ready to see some stranglers, I bought new batteries for my camera and everything. So far, no stranglers. However, there are many extremely intimidating little old ladies. Maybe it's a trap, and they'll shed their skin and become stranglers and strangle us or do something else that's equally as traumatic and horrible and violent. At this point, I almost hope so. I mean, I brushed up on my Tae Kwon Doe and everything, I'm ready to be attacked, ok guys? Pass the word on if you know any ruthless Athenians. I was slightly disappointed when I started meeting locals and everyone was so nice to us. They helped give us directions, told us some helpful tips when it came to traveling, and pointed out fun places to go. Obviously, I had my guard up the whole time. Literally, my fists were up and I was ready to defend myself, while an adorable 70+ Greek woman gave me a coupon for the tram. I got a definite strangler vibe from her for sure. Look, I'm not trying to say that I'm not taking danger seriously, but in all reality, Athens feels like everywhere else. As long as you're smart, stay in groups, and stay away from bad areas, you'll probably be ok.

Anyway, a couple Americans on the trip with us asked if we wanted to hike up to a monastery with them that looked pretty sweet. We had seen it for the first time the day before when we walked into the square to catch a tram to the beach, which was beautiful by the way. So we managed to build up the courage and leave our apartments, despite the fact that we would probably be savagely attacked by Athenian locals. I know it's shocking, but we decided to take our chances. SPOILER ALERT: We were fine! I know you were all worried.

So we walked back up to the square where we'd seen the monastery from afar. We were unsure of how to get to the base of the site, so we just started walking toward it. You could see the monastery from everywhere, which was perched on top of a small mountain. We aimed for the mountain and began walking through the city. We asked several people for directions, and eventually found the stairs that wound up the side of the mountain. We began walking up. It was a tough hike, but all of a sudden I turned around to wait for Keira who was behind me, and I saw the city. What seemed like millions of rooftops looked back at me. I could see over the tops of the trees, and the large apartment buildings that circled the small mountain. The giant city of Athens looked tiny. It was incredible. I felt invincible. Then I got attacked by mosquitos, stumbled while running away from them, fell to the ground and cut my foot. ....So I'm not invincible, it's cool. I still have welts from the brutal attack, but it was definitely worth it. We continued climbing and eventually reached the top, where we took about one hundred pictures. We went inside the monastery and it seemed to knock me right back to my childhood. There was a donation jar next to a bagillion candles, and luckily I knew what to do with them, thank you Sunday School. I dropped a euro into the slot and took two. I brought them over to a shelf of sand, sitting in front of a stained glass window and lit them, sticking them in the sand. I said a prayer for my family, like I used to when I went to church all those many many many many many many many many many years ago. It was a really nice moment, until my stomach growled so loudly, I'm sure I interrupted at least 42 people's deep confessions to Jesus. I literally turned heads. I mean, I didn't blame my stomach, I was starving. I found my friends and we got dinner on top of the monastery as the sun went down over Athens.

Stay tuned for my next post: Gazi-- The Greek party scene.
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Stuck Between a Rock and a Hard Place The Todra Gorge

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Todra GorgeNow for some dirty talk!
The journey continued through the dusty roads of the desert through the Mid Atlas mountains to the Todra Gorge. That afternoon I went to my first bathhouse to get steamed, slimed with savon noir (palm soap), roughed up by a tabbeya (bath attendant) with a mean kissa (pumice glove), and doused with warm water. All modesty aside, we stripped down to our panties. I joked with my roommate that after this experience we would be friends forever because we shared such an intimate moment. Modesty is something the Moroccan women don’t have when it comes to a hammam. I couldn’t believe the layers of skin that came off my body. I emerged into the warm Moroccan night relaxed, refreshed, 5 pounds lighter and vowing to think clean thoughts kinda - hard since the men are so charming and handsome. Wait until you see their King and then you’ll understand.
Stuck Between a Rock and a Hard Place – The Todra Gorge
Before arriving to the Todra Gorge, we made our way through green palmeries and yellowish Berber villages until the road was closed in by 15km high walls of pink and grey rock. The Todra Gorge
Making room for the mules toois a massive fault that divides the High Atlas Mountains and the Jebel Sarhro. The approach was thrilling and scary if you looked out the window of the minibus to see the drop below. Still exquisitely relaxed from the Hammam I wasn’t sure if I would have the energy to partake in a 4 hour trek of the Todra Gorge or if I would be able to withstand the heat. Fortunately, I decided to go for it. It was phenomenal! This was an unforgettable experience that has made my top ten list.
Moving on westwards we headed for the movie capital of Morocco, Ouarzazate. This is where Gladiator, The Passion of Christ, Kingdom of Heaven and Babel. We stopped for lunch here before a short drive to Ait Benhaddou, famous for its 17th century Kasbah. We took part in a cous cous cooking class with our host, Action Houssain who has been in many feature films. What a character!
Our longest, but most spectacular drive was six hours, across the High Atlas Mountains via the Tizi ‘n Tichka pass, the highest in Morocco at 2 260m. We drove until the end of the road into the Toubkal region to Imlil.
Taking a breather
From here we had a 45 minute uphill walk to stay with a Berber family in Aremd. Jebel Toubkal, Morocco’s highest mountain was in view from our terrace.

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Time for tea againAn eleven year old Berber girl who lives with her family in the Todra Gorge prepares a tea for us.
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How high can one go?We climbed to 1 200 metres!
Return to the villageFour hours later we returned to the village below with the Todra Gorge behind us once again.
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Sule turtles and plenty of bus

Luckily managed to take the bus to Ba?os that evening and arrived at midnight. We expected to be left in a bus station and instead was the side of the road with groups of men lingering everywhere. We didn t really if wants to be left there, but had no choice as the bus quickly accelerated out ... leaving us quite scared. We marched at the hostel as quickly as possible, avoiding eye contact, ignoring comments and with our heads deep within our Guide trying to see the map in the dark.

Ba?os is Gorgeous! A lot of waterfalls everywhere and famous for its thermal waters, as well as his extreme sports. Unfortunately when we were there it rained non-stop ... was pretty sad. Instead of cycling around all the waterfalls we got into a chiva bus agreement agreement ... basically a truck with benches and no real sides playing loud music and flashing lights ... a party bus for instance. We were the only gringos, if agreement with the rest of Ecuadorians party, so we chatted with them as we squinted through the rain to see the falls. We did canopying (being cut on a zip wire back and feet and if flying agreement through canyon) that was really funny ... Although I think I feel safer on the bus. even at night.

We went to the thermal baths that night to try to warm up after a day in the rain, and they were beautiful! Waterfalls, mountains and the Moon in the background were so nice, although we did feel a bit uncomfortable with the amount of interest that we got from the crowd surrounding ... as Steph said "if I never had a bathroom with 50 men Ecuadorians staring at me!" An experience!

The next day we got up early and headed to Mount Quilatoa ... This was not in our plans, but a guy who we met told us that "it was so beautiful that I cried" ... so we added to our itinerary. We took a bus trip through the mountains, getting taller and taller, with beautiful scenery (llamas, sheep farmers etc) ... good for attempting to distract from the edges was veering towards the cliff bus. We arrived mid-afternoon and a lady jumped on our bus that offers a place to stay. We were able to negotiate a good deal, $ 8 for dinner, a double bed each and breakfast and then headed to the mountain to see what the fuss was all about ...

Well I didn t agreement actually cry, but the view was spectacular. The bus ride took us almost to the top of the mountain and we just had to climb a bit more to sommet and we had the most amazing sight of a huge Lake sparkling turquoise, completely surrounded by volcanic mountains. The trek towards the Lake was fun and enjoyable, but when we walked up that night was a different story ... it was getting dark, cold, altitude has made it more difficult to climb and we advised on wild dogs!
That night it was freezing absolutely! Beds were not necessary, as we all piled into one to try to stay warm. Log burner in our room tinto out after 20 minutes, then we spent the next 40 minutes trying to chop kindling with out sharpeners (very impressed with ourselves for this brilliant idea!)... we got a flame for a few minutes and then dipped in smoke again. :-( If not the best night's sleep! (A huge understatement!)
The next day was a day of bus ". We spent the whole day travelling towards the coast on a variety of buses of different quality. Some were good with lots of space and movie playing, the worst part was about 20 (dark) when the bus stopped, told the driver to get off and take in a different "due to an accident". We knew what was going on, but had no choice but to obey and come out with all our bags and stand on the side of a busy road in the dark! After a few minutes trying to think of a plan if we were left stranded did get another bus and we ended up in a nice Hostel in Puerto Lopez, with hammocks and style tree house.

Thursday ... we pulled from our screened early for a ride to The Isla De Plata "the poor man's Galapagos Agreement."An incredible day! On the boat above we went whale watching! Saw a lot of code and fins are sventolati to us. On the island there were tons of exotic birds ... boobies blue feet, being the most impressive. But the highlight of the trip was after the island, when we went to swim with the turtles! We put on ventilators and jumped off the boat and suddenly were surrounded by about 5 huge turtles! It was great! If they weren t afraid of us all and appeared to want to play! We were able to hold on to them and be taken for a ride, really something special.

The next stop is Monta?ita.

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