| Monkeys are freaky little creatures. That's what I learned during my week spent in Spain. I would like to write that I came home with a fresh understanding of culture, art and humanity, but in reality, the most interesting experience I had was getting accosted by hungry little primates who possessed a tireless curiosity about what I might have in my pockets. My friends Tammy and Anita and I made the trek across the world to Malaga, Spain, and decided to spend a day at the Rock of Gibraltar. It was especially interesting because although I had heard of the Rock of Gibraltar, I actually knew nothing about it. I still don't know much except the fact that it is a big giant rock with over thirty miles of tunnels inside that were built by the British, and at some point, they fired a lot of cannon balls out of it. At the top I witnessed an awe-inspiring view of Spain, and hundreds of hairy rascals who obviously own the place. Tammy went into the gift shop to buy a twix bar, and within seconds, we knew what we were up against. Before she reached the cash register, a silouehette of hair, teeth and claws swooped down, jumped on her back and stole into the distance like a ghost. The twix bar was gone. After recovering from the monkey mugging, we looked over and saw the little simian pirate enjoying his loot not ten feet away. What we have left from that day is an unsatisfied sweet tooth, lots of memories, and an opposable thumb shaped bruise on Tammy's right arm. |
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