What can make me feel this way? Mulva.

Sung to the tune of "My Girl."

We went to Mulva today to see some ancient Roman ruins. That's really all I can tell you. The energy put towards listening to our guide was instead focused on my freezing, drenched, uncomfortable state. My mind searched for positive thoughts instead, like lunch. 

I met up with friends Stephanie and Alesha at 8, so as to reach the bus station and meet the others at 9. The train ride lasted an hour. We literally got off in the middle-of-nowhere when the merciless precipitation began. After the initial soakage, we decided to just make the most of it. Many a Disney song were sang to keep our minds in a more pleasant place. We hiked for about 40 minutes to Mulva, roamed the ruins, took shelter under a porch, lunched, etc. 

After lunch, the rain miraculously stopped. I went from soaked to damp about an hour later. We had a two hour hike to the next town, where we were to catch the train back to Sevilla. Extra time was spent at a bar, drinking down cola-caos (Spanish hot chocolate, it's no Swiss Miss, but with such timing its taste was delectable). On the way to the bar, Stephanie, Alesha, and I picked some fruits off the cacti (which, by the way, have miniscule prickers on them, and I am discovering new ones latched into my skin with every movement of my hand). Who knew cacti beared fruit (not I)! Lola, our supervisor, told us she absolutely loves them. With good reason, too, for at the bar we cut them open, and they were indeed divine. Took the train back, luckily the 50 minute walk to my apartment involved no added moisture from the sky. I'm officially showered and warm once again. Time to read until dinner. 

80s-Style aerobics in a desperate attempt to find warmth: 

I'm not actually sure how we were laughing so hard at this point, but maybe it was the delirium.