So I've been here for over two months and have made a grand total of three posts here, sorry guys, I don't have a good excuse so I won't make you listen to a bad one.
Last weekend I climbed a mountain. There's plenty of mountais surrounding Bilbao, but this particular mountain was a two hour bus ride and had caves at the top of it. Regrettably, the bus dropped us off a kilometer away from the base of the mountain, and from there it was 6 or 7 kilometers uphill to the top.
I discovered something about myself that day. If we had been trying to climb the mountain, just get to the top, I probably would made it with no complaints. I would have been able to see my objective, there it is, right in front of me, the top of the mountain, just keep going until I got there. Unfortunately, the caves we were headed to were probably just less than 100 meters from the top, but you couldn't see them until you got there. I was going with two of my best friends here in Spain, and I had a good time, but there were several points when I just wanted to pull over, enjoy the beauty of the mountain without bothering to get to the top. I complained, mostly in jest, but nevertheless, and was discouraged all the more by the fact that we couldn't see our goal.
After we toured the caves, which were really sweet and totally worth two hours of miserable trudging, we walked/ran down the mountain, and then hitchhiked back to town in time to catch the last bus back to Bilbao. It was great.
I also went to the beach for the first time that weekend. I'm definitely going back, it was pretty fun even though we didn't really do anything. Brady bought a frisbee, so that should prove for endless amounts of Weekend afternoon entertainment.