Cadiz

Yesderday I went to Cadiz with the Michigan-Cornell-Penn group. Cadiz is beautiful and, after seeing the first/most famous Camera Oscura, I've decided that I'm going to have to build one at some point (i.e. whenever I end up settling somewhere long enough to do so). I also learned that it is not a good idea to climb brittle-looking and brittle-feeling rock. It turns out that these characteristcs may actually indicate that the seen/felt rock is in fact brittle, and therefore not an ideal place for hanging one's person. Fortunately, my 12-15 foot fall found me on my feet 12-15 feet lower on a large, flat slab of concrete (next to two large not-so-flat pieces of concrete), completely intact but for a few ripped fingertips and a scraped elbow. Thank God I had my climbing shoes on, otherwise my feet probably wouldn't be working too well. Then again, had I not had my climbing shoes, I probably wouldn't have been climbing a big wall without ground under it...Mostly I felt bad for the few of my friends who happened to see me fall, as I'm sure it was much more frightening for them. But onto more important things. I swam in the ocean and saw semi naked people running on warm sand. Sadly, I think it's the overweight wrinkly one who's managed to fight hardest for a place in my memory. Shame!

I'm working on getting a photo website going, so check back soon for updates. It's gonna be hot. Get ready...

Also, there's a bullfight tomorrow and a group of kids are going to it. I know it's a cultural thing, but I have pretty seriously mixed feelings about the whole thing (i.e. I think it's disgusting and cruel), so I'm not really sure what to do. Any thoughts/opinions on whether it'll be worth it?

P.S. I'm probably going to kill my roommate in his sleep within the next week or so, so if the readers would kindly begin developing reliable, or at least creative, interesting-to-read alibis, that would be really great. Thanks.

More to come within the week (probably).