On Saturday morning we were able to sleep in, which was really nice because I can’t remember the last time I was able to do that. For breakfast, we had more Pennsylvania Dutch food. Sra. made us corn fritters. I had never had this either, but they are basically pancakes, except they are made with corn.
Unfortunately it was raining and rather cold out, so we took the car and drove around to several beaches. First we stopped at Cala de Mijas. Although it was rainy, we still went for a nice walk on the beach and admired the view.
After that we visited Fuengirola, which is a much larger beach. We had planned on taking a hike up to the mountains, but since it was raining we decided to go to the mall. Since we had brought picnic food for the hike, we had a little picnic in the mall, and then we looked around for a bit.
After we arrived back at the apartment, Sra. showed us how to get to the Dunas de Artola, which is a National Monument. We walked though the forest for a bit and then we arrived to the dunes. We were greeted by a beautiful view. We wanted to watch the sun set, but it was a bit too cloudy. So we simply climbed out on some rocks and peered across the ocean and attempted to see Morocco through the fog.
For diner that night we had something I would have never thought I would like, not would I have expected to try it for the first time in Spain. We had bratwurst with sauerkraut. The sauerkraut was a bit sweet since our teacher added apples, and the meat wasn’t terrible either. I can’t say it was one of my favorite things I’ve ever eaten, but I didn’t hate it.
After a nice relaxing dinner, and drinking some delicious tea, we decided to have a movie night. First, we watched Midnight in Paris. If you have not seen this movie, I highly recommend it. It has to do with Paris in the 20s and features a bunch of famous artists from that time. We weren’t content with just watching one movie, so we popped some popcorn and began watching Frida, which is about the life of Frida Kahlo. It was really interesting since I barely knew anything about her.
On Sunday we had a delicious Andalusian breakfast. Toast with olive oil and tomatoes. We also had breakfast with our teacher’s grandkids. Two of the most adorable little girls I have ever seen. The whole reason my teacher retired in Marbella was so she could be close to her grandchildren, who are practically her neighbors. They are three and five years old and they can speak both English and Spanish. The three year old is named Kaiya and the five year old is named Chloe.
Our teacher told us a very moving story about Chloe. When she was around three years old she contracted a virus. After that she could no longer walk, and then she couldn’t sit up, and soon she was even having trouble swallowing. Sra. was skyping with one of her friends from Lancaster, who just happens to be a doctor and he saw Chloe. He decided to come and visit her and see what he could do.
His advice was to change her diet. Chloe now has to eat red meat four times a day, and she can only eat organic food. After being in a wheelchair for almost two years, she has just started walking again and is doing so much better. My favorite thing about traveling is meeting people and hearing their stories. Everyone has stories to tell and we learn so much when we share them with others.
After breakfast we went to the beach where Antonio Banderas’s house is. We couldn’t really see much, an account of the giant wall surrounding his house, but we did eat some cactus(yes you can eat cactus) that was hanging over the side of his fence.
Since our bus was scheduled to leave at four, next we had to go get lunch if we wanted to make it on time. Our teacher to us to a wonderful Argentinian restaurant. I don’t really like meat, but everyone else ordered some so I had a bit, and I must say it was absolutely delicious. We also had empanadas, which is probably the one food I miss from Chile.
For some reason, when Hannah bought her ticket to Marbella, the lady she bought it from said she needed to buy her return ticket in Marbella. Unfortunately when we got to the station we discovered that the bus going to Sevilla was full. There were a few brief seconds of panic, but we figured it out in the end and we arrived home around 8:30. It was a pretty quite weekend, but it was nice. And after being away the past weekend as well, it was really nice to be back in Sevilla.