Spain: The Land of A Million Languages, Highlines in Caves, and Toll Road Stations (AKA, DON'T Road Trip In Spain, But DO go cave-exploring)

After an amazing week in Slovenia with the most loving family the includes one of the best cooks I've met in my life, the Junior World Champion at accordion, and awesome red wine made 20 minutes away by a friend of theirs, Mickey and I returned Skye's rental car to Milan for him as he was in the psychiatric hospital in Ljubljana. From Milano we flew to Spain, and now addicted to driving around Europe (though not addicted to the price of gasoline), we rented another car in Spain, and spent the next week essentially slacklining all over the country. We started off in Barcelona, where, by the way, the technically "accepted" language is Catalonian, not Spanish, but it's very similar to Spanish. From Barcelona we drove to Bilbao, part of the Basque Country of Spain, where, by the way, they speak Basque. Basque, however, is absolutely NOTHING like Spanish. In fact, Basque is recognized as one of the oldest surviving languages in the world, and linguists think it dates back to a time before even the development of Indo-European Languages (that is, languages that probably at least 60% of the population of the world speak today). Our time in Bilbao was probably by far one of the coolest experiences of our trip. There was a group of highliners that set up three lines at a really cool spot, INSIDE a cave. Well, the first highline was technically on top of the gaping hole in the earth, but the second two, you have to climb down into the cave, and they are actually covered by the top lip of the cave, so it's perfect for a rainy day. We actually went exploring around one of the tiny crevices in the larger cave, and in one of the chambers, we saw a bunch of bats hanging upside down, sleeping. After two knee injuries, neither Mickey and I were totally on our game, but still had a ton of fun.

Anyways, I'm now nearing the end of my 23 hour travel experience that included dropping off our rental car at the Barcelona airport, taking a flight from Barcelona to Paris, losing all the gifts I bought for people in Barcelona on the airplane, a flight from Paris to Reykjavik, and now a seven and a half hour flight from Reykjavik to Denver. I really have no idea what I'm going back to - currently no job, no place to live, and no plan. My only plans are that I now have a one month yoga teacher training scheduled for this summer in Hawaii with a long time yoga/life mentor of mine. Nonetheless, I'm really excited to be home, and can't wait to see all of you!