Saturday, July 14, 2012
Why Not?
Two days ago I had my first near death experience. With the AFS Carrara group we traveled to cinque terre (5 beautiful sea cities in Italy). At our second stop we decided to go swimming and I was all for it since we were in this beautiful area of water. The water was reallly nice because it was so hot out and then me and one of the other AFS kids wanted to go jump off this baby cliff into the water. For those of you who know me know that I am not a fan oh heights but since I was Italy and I want to experience it all I swallowed my fear and jumped (awesome). After I was dumb jumping and wanted to make my way through shore I saw piles of rocks that led to land so I swam my way over there. There were extrememly large waves crashing from both sides onto the rocks but when the waves died down for a bit I quickly tried to make my way up only to slip down the jaggedy rocks into the water which was when the torture began. I was swept down into the water only to be brought right up slamming into the rocks. My thoughts in order were: I really hope I don't flash someone, OMG my blood is going to attract sharks, my moms going to kill me if I drown, I wonder if Massimo is scared of losing his job if I die, man I'm like Katniss, and lastly how the heck do I get out of here. As my body is being tousseled to and fro rocks and water my knee got caught between two big boulders where I was slapped around by waves with my leg holding me in place. I thought I was never going to get out. Luckily as soon as I had a tiny space of time when the waves were calmed I ripped my leg out of the rocks and dragged my body up to shore. You should have seen all the italian sun bather faces as I left my bloody trail on shore. I slipped and fell onto my butt right in front of a couple who looked absolutely terrified. But for some reason I had a big smile on my face because I found it awesome that I was so hardcore. I really hope they scar just so I look like a tough guy because I hate it when people think I'm a wimp. Anyways, we wiped up the blood as best we could and carried on with our journey with my cuts covering my feet, toes, legs, hands, fingers, and most importantly half of my butt. It was an awesome day with all the sights we saw and I was constantly reminded how much more there is to see.
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You da man! You turned something scarey to me into something hysterical. Question. Did anyone come to save the damsel in distress? Were those people you plopped your butt onto scarred as well?
ReplyDeleteKatniss wouldnt have fallen to begin with. You are not her.
ReplyDeleteGlad you're OK but are you totally out of your mind Granddaughter. Not only will your mother kill you, your grandmother will.
ReplyDeleteHope someone got a picture of all this. Are your hands OK for your scupting?
Can't wait to see you.
Grandma
OMG! I am gone for a week on ASP, and I come home to read your blogs and this! I'm with Grandma, I will follow her and your mother!
ReplyDeleteBut congrats on conquering your fear. I suppose I was doing it at the same time. I was on an 8ft ladder hammering siding up. And everyone in the family knows MY fear of heights. You and I have that in common. But I would never have done what you accomplished. I am proud of you. :-)
And I see all the things you miss, but I am sure that when you get home, there will be many things about Italy that you will miss. Life is one big game of give and take. But the experiences you gain these weeks, you will never forget.
Love, Aunt Sue
You have been living and breathing a great experience, one you will never forget as long as you live. I'll be anxious to hear more about your swim in the ocean and the rocky shore. Is most of the transportation by boat, cause I see a lot of boats tied up along the waterfront. Can't wait to hear about another adventure. Sounds like you are re-living the
ReplyDelete"Perils of Pauline"!
Grandpa
PS: Hope you have taken lots of pictures!!!