So here I am, now after nine days of the craziest, scariest and most exciting trip in my life.
As I told you, I went on a trip with my entire class from the Kibbutz and three other Kibbutzs to Spain.
We had… I’d call it a spacial week. We had hikes and we had mountains, we had cities and villages, we had highs, and we had lows. But there was not one moment I want to forget.
You may remember I wrote about taking the book Three in a Boat with me but let me tell you what happened to it:
We took the longest hike, to the top of a mountain, to sleep in a cabin, all 45 of us in one room. The way up was fantastic. Beautiful, magical, even romantic for some of us.
(This is the view from the cabin)
And then, on the next day we start going down. Now, of course I had a book with me cause what is a book lover without a book? But then, I feel the drizzle start. And then, I feel it get stronger. It ended up being the biggest and longest thunder storm I had ever seen. It caught us all by surprise. No one was ready. We hiked down 700 meters in the freezing rain, drenched down to our bones.
We got down finally, but my book was completely ruined. Drenched, torn spine and the pages stuck together. I knew I couldn’t continue reading it.
So the first thing I did when we got to Andorra la Vella was find myself a book store.
And that’s how I ended up reading Sleeping Giants. Of course that the fact that it says on the front that it’s “this year’s The Martian” only helps.
This is a picture from my last morning in Barcelona. A morning full of sad and happy tears. I can’t wait to finish this book and hold it close to my heart for all the memories I created with it on my trip to Spain.