me getting off the bus after a long day studying caves.
In my sixth week at my school we went on a field trip to a cave called La Cueva de las tres ventanas in the Granada province, and man was that a memorable trip!
This cave looked tiny from the outside but it was actually gigantic on the inside!
There were so many paths, yet they all led to the same place in the end—the beginning. You could take the left path to start with and come out the right path. We started at the beginning where a boy from the school was looking over the edge—he must have felt queasy or something because the next minute he went over the edge and scared the wits out of everyone. He then got out of the little hole and went to the doctor with my math teacher, Lola.
We next went through the cemetery. Way back when they threw the dead bodies there and tied their hands and feet together, thinking that the person would come back to life. But that never happened so people cleaned the bones out when they were sure no one lived there anymore. I have to say though, they left some skulls to show that people actually lived there. Ewwwwww!!!! Rotten skulls!
Then, on our way back we saw a bat and a rock that was posed like a lion if you looked at it from a certain angle. Then we went to a little building where you got to hold a golden eagle. Then the people who worked there taught us to make a pre-historic knife, which I still have today and use for cutting tape and bananas.
my knife.


