We finished the church and moved on to the towers. Now a little background story. When Chris and I got together, we went to St. Augustine to celebrate his birthday.....in August. Well long story short, we decided to go to the lighthouse and I wanted to climb to the top. Up, and down, no elevator, August heat. I did it. I stopped and rested a few times going up, but I did it.
So when we booked tickets to the towers of the Familia, I didn't care how many steps. I have done it before, I could do it again. Period.
Well, that was before day 3 on the cruise and I twisted my knee. I limped for the rest of our vacation. And it was swollen. Like a soccer ball.
Climbing the tower was going to hurt. Agnes, my favorite tour guide, told us that there was an elevator to take us up to the top of the tower and then 400 steps down. I was okay with that. Until we had to stand in line for an hour. We went up into the elevator and my vision was not what I saw. Narrow staircase, no place to rest, and too many people forgetting there are others behind them, I finally get to the steps and I just go. No stop, no rest, no Chris's hand. Just go. About halfway down,
Chris asked if I wanted or needed an elevator ride down. I blew past him and said absolutely not. I was walking down.
Once I was down at the end, and I had made it to the end of the line, I was so happy but tired. Chris wanted me to rest but I couldn't. I knew if I sat down, I wouldn't get back up. Just get me on the hop on. I can sit for an hour or so on the bus. Nothing made it better and everything made it worse.
But I made it! And then the last thing Agnes, the funny, friendly, English-speaking tour guide haunted me again. The last thing she said was to stretch before you go down the steps. Your calves will thank you. I didn't listen. My calves have hated me until today.
May 16th. 4 days later. Whatever. I did it!
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