My trip. First day.

Sunday early in the morning. As if it was an ordinary  Monday, we woke up at 7,00 and took a taxi to the School.
Students, parents, teachers, the bus, the suitcases. Everything, everybody smelt of nervousity and expectations.
Our trip would be finished in Benasque after eight or nine hours travelling and crossing half Spain.
To tell you the truth, it was not as boring as I had thought it could be. We made two stops ( first one in Altube; the second one, I don´t remember ).
The weather was our enemy from the beggining as it had been told to be snowing even near the sea. Nevertherless, we only saw the snow in Álava and decorating the vineyards of Logroño. After that, the sun was our allied and helped to warm the ambiance in the bus, making students to sing those typical songs that chain sentences and say nothing in particular.
I could hear " One elephant was bouncing on the web of a spider..." and others of the style.
Finally, to arrive in Benasque, we had to cross through a " Desfiladero", a narrow path between vertical mountains. Quite dangerous but amazingly beautyful. What I vividly remember of that precise moment is seeing the three other  buses of the same enterprise before us, which were taking other students from different High Schools in Santander to the same place.
From the sky, we may have  looked  as if we were a huge yellow snake divided in four  wriggling on the road.
In the hotel, a classical image: distribution of rooms, noise, reunions to explain the students how to behave and the timetables for eating, and so on.
Dinner and bed without a proper sleep as some students from other school were not respectful at all and were making noises, closing doors...But this is not really a matter to describe here.
Anyway, it can lead us to propose a composition about teenagers and respect these days.
And that was all for that day.
Write to you soon.