The Fall/Fail...

Last weekend my family took me to Santander, to go hiking in El Picos De Europa. They were gorgeous!!

 And it was also fun to do something active, something besides sitting around and eating. haha. I had a blast. Hiking up the mountains was a lot of work, my legs BURNED. But for hiking back down was tougher. It involved something called patience, because you had to walk super slow, and be super careful or else you'd slip and fall. But I was determined not to fall. I'd seen 3 other people wipe out and I was not gonna be one of 

them.  

Finally we out of the really steep part and could walk normal. After a quick bathroom break (6 hours in the mountains without any bathrooms.. we all had to pee) and then we only have to walk down a small mountain, more like a hill if you compare it to what we just hiked, to get to the car..  But I was a bit reckless and bored, so despite the warnings from my family, I decided ran down a thin path. Then comes this random little boy who is also running down the path a little ways ahead of me. He stops to look back at his mom who was walking behind me. Not wanting to run over the boy I also stop. Then somewhere between standing still and starting to walk again I managed to fall. At first I got up, brushed myself off, felt really silly for managing to fall, but didn't think I hurt myself too bad. Then I looked at my knees, surprisingly my legging weren't ripped, so my knees couldn't be that bad could they?

First knee I looked at, slightly scraped, nothing I haven't had before. The next one, HUGE gash! Color me shocked. After that my host parents walked next to me to make sure I walk slow enough. 'MAS DESPACIO!' Then my host mom made going to a walk-in clinic our top priority. I still didn't think it was that bad, that I need to see a doctor for. But whatever makes mom happy, right? :)

The clinic was another fun experience. My health insurance card still need to be printed off the computer and when didn't have any internet in Santander. But I had my AFS medical emergency contact card and showed to my host mom, who mistook it as my insurance card. At the clinic I found out that she thought it wasn't an insurance card, but we gave it to the receptionist anyways because we were already there. It turns out one of the doctors has a daughter that is in Maine right now through none other than AFS. So the receptionist showed the card to the doctor and the doctor told us it was no problem and checked my knee.

I left with seven stitches and the super nice doctor didn't charge us anything. You gotta love the random coincidences in life. 

ADIOS<3

(annd... guess what? on Saturday 

I have plans to go out with my 

friends for the first time. 

WOHOO)

and just for the record, going out doesn't mean going out drinking,  it's illegal, it would get me sent home, and it's not happening :)