So after I wrote you yesterday, we kept driving through the beautiful pyranees and stopped off in some of the Basque villages and bought some turron (sweets that they usually only eat for Christmas.) We then kept driving through the winding roads (which made us sick especially the marissa). We drove so far that we ended up in a little place called FRANCE and about 30 km into the country at that. They were having a festival in the town and it was crazy to get around. We got out and got some crapes and looked around a bit. It was pretty great and it just confirmed my thoguhts about learning french this year.We then drove back to olite, the city with the castle and ate dinner in the park (chorizo sandwiches again.) and played hearts while the rest of the town was watching Pirates of the Carib 3 in the plaza underneath the castle. We then drove to Falces again to sleep in the car. I parked it in a spot where a bunch of kids were playing thinking that because it was 1230 that they would be going to sleep soon, but they were up until 130 and so we drove to outside the city. However, we had to drive back and get our shoes that we left underneath the car because they smell so bad. And drove back to the spot outside the city. Marissa slept on the floor, Emily on the back seat and Paul and I in the passenger and driver respectively. Paul kept complaining about the heat and sweating and poor marissa was smashed by Paul and my seats and kept waking us up in the night if she got stuck. Paul´s seat didn´t have a control to make it go down and if he laid in a weird position it would smash marissa. So she put her head by my seat. One time she got stuck turning in her sleep and was panicked because she was stuck and I couldn´t find the release lever for about 30 seconds and so I was panicked. It was all pretty funny and ironically I slept very well. We woke up this morning to go see the running of the bulls. The town was packed with bands and people wearing white clothes and red hankerchiefs. There were a bunch of old men that climbed up this rock cliff to watch the "bulls" come down to the pen. We hopped up on some of the barricades that they have to corral the bulls through the city. Paul then asked where the people ran with the bulls. A man answered that it was the top of the mountian and that they were cows (they had horns though) and it was pretty steep. I had decided I was pretty tired and not in shape to even keep me from getting trampled by human or bovine so I opted to watch. It was pretty cool, but the best part was to see everyone singing, dancing, and talking with their friends. They didñt hang out with family like we do at parades but the old men and the old women hung out with their friends instead of their spouses.We drove to Logrono and went to church. I was pretty sad that I couldn´t remember how to get around and we had to go to the tourist office to find out the address. they had moved the chappel and I was happy to see how much it had grown. It was so much fun to see all of the members again and we hung out for 2 hours after talking with everyone. The ironic thing is that the people who I was better friends with were all on vacations (3 families) and I was pretty sad about that. We then went and got Kebob sandwiches and fries. We then dropped off the car which is too bad because now we are back to the busses and I really enjoyed driving through the small villages and seeing the countryside with that car (it had six gears and an automatic start and no key.) We will be in Madrid tonight and going to Segovia for our last day with the Hyer girls who are leaving on Tues. I hope everyone is doing alright and I will see you soon. I am pretty sad that I have to leave Logrono tonight and Spain soon, but I am making plans to return and am excited to sleep in a bed and not live out of a backpack. I have taken over 1000 pics and these great experiences that I will never forget.
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