Céuze

Let's just say there was an octopus involved.

So the past more-or-less two weeks were unpredictably spent speaking a borrage of spanish and french in an unmanaged maner while hiking the Céuze mountain, catching fotos muy muy bonitas, hitchhiking, and working the impossible - in storms, caves, and rented petites caravans. I'm flying back from Spain at the end of this month, after spending two weeks in Madrid.

The question now stands: (because rhetorical questions are a favorite of mine)

Is 8c+ TOO hard for a still-technically-teenage girl? :D Let's see.