Spanish lessons, blood and gore

My Spanish is coming along sporadically and rather randomly, put me at the bottom of a crag and I can probably get by quite well, put me in a supermarket and I don't think asking for the mosquestones or commenting on the buenva via is going to get me too far. More of a quizzical raised eyebrow...weird English tourist. I can also recite a number of words I would be embarrassed to say in front of my parents but I'm secretly quite proud of ( its like being back at school and looking up the rude words in the dictionary with naughty satisfaction). 
We are now in Sant Llorenc de Montgai, home to the amazing Chris Sharma and after an awesome last day at the crags in Ager with Pablo and Agustina, who were amazing and picked us up from our campsite and drove up there instead of the hysteria inducing, leg cramping, bowel clenchingly painful 6km ascent (thighs of steel Ooooh yeahh).
The four of us had the crag to ourselves, so no need for the showing off antics whilst surreptitiously checking out the other climbers.
We warmed up on a 6a, nice holds, jugs and crimps and a great crack to shimmy up, a short but sweet route perfect to calm the nerves ( more mine than ranaz's I think )... First course was followed by a juicy 6b+ which ranaz flew up despite it being a pretty long route and I took the first fall of the day on it ! It was quite dramatic if I do say so...expletives and everythin' and I good bloodcurdling arghhhhh. If I'd been in England it would have been the old stiff upper lip but sometimes a bit of amateur dramatics is very satisfying... And the Spanish are all into their emotions etc...

I'll leave Ranaz to go over the rest of the day which was awesome, includes blood and gore and lots of manly manliness displays...real edge of your seat stuff. Yup. TTFN

P.S To those of the Scottish variety we apologise for any offence we caused in the inadvertent mis-spelling of Whisky. I have been duly reprimanded by Dad.