I was a mountain goat (but smelled better, I think)...

Revisiting some of my shots from our vacay this summer.  Why?  Because I'm still EDITING some of my shots from our vacay this summer.  Not feeling TOO bad about my procrastination since I just learned a friend of mine is close to two years behind in her editing. I think that makes me pretty darn close to perfection.  Plus, it's nice to relive August in Montserrat, when it's actually January in Philly.  I think that makes me close to a rationalizing perfectionist.

I don't want to re-hash the history or significance of Montserrat.  I did that here in  "Magic Mountain Is Not in Disney World" a couple of months ago.  A Sparks Note synopsis:  

...one hour train ride from Barcelona.  You start here as you disembark the train and look up.  That cable car line is just the beginning folks.  And yes, we remembered sunscreen...

"You KNOW you aren't suppose to shoot straight into the sun Mom!!!!"

Montserrat, Spain

...it takes you to the town of Montserrat.  Where those afraid of heights and blisters hang at the local bar to await the return of the rest of their party...

...who climb to here.  And when they reach the summit? They wish they were back at that local watering hole quenching their thirst with some Sangria, and pulling out the stash of band-aids.  But feeling oh-so-superior nontheless...

"King of the World"

Things #1, #2, #3, moi

Peak of Montserrat, Spain

There are two ways to climb to the top of Montserrat.  The way I showed here in  "Magic Mountain is not in Disney World" (feel like I'm kinda plugging this post.  If you go look at it in the next two minutes, I'll throw in a set of Ginsu knives for $19.99).  Or the way we did it.  The less direct, yet hooves still required way. I was carrying "James Dean" so I needed my hands and, well...no freakin' way I was gonna go straight up the side of a cliff wearing a harness...

Plus, you'd miss all these great sights and beauty along the way if you were face planted into sheer rock and suspended by a harness and death grip.  Not that there weren't similar scenarios on our route.

Only part way there, which means...time for a Manchego Cheese break.   Cause you know what they say "When in Spain, do as the Romans do"...

Onward, and more importantly UPWARD...

There were two options at this point, 6'4" Thing #1 chose the alternate (a set of stairs STRAIGHT UP) because he didn't fit on this more scenic route.  Plus he kept muttering something like "No freakin' way".   Altho insisted it was "No keepin' me back today"...

Sometimes, you need to stop and breathe in the moment to appreciate where you are and what you've acomplished...

And sometimes, you just have to jump for joy because...well, just because.  For my discerning readers, I do realize I have posted this photo before.  But SOMETIMES you just have to relive the fun of a particular moment, AND the fact I still had the energy to defy Spanish gravity despite all that Manchego weighing me down...

"On Top of the World"

Moi, Thing #3, Thing #2

Montserrat, Spain

Hard to believe this was only a couple of months ago.  Seems like another lifetime at times.  Good thing I didn't get strapped in to go straight up that mountain.  I wouldn't have had any photos for proof.  Plus, I don't think they would have stopped for a Manchego cheese break part way up.  No freakin' way.  I mean, no keepin' me back today.

--Kathy

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