A reading from Matthew 24:36 - "But concerning that day and hour no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but the Father only [and listeners to WYFR Family Radio]." Actually, according to the CNN article (http://bit.ly/lvWFQu), Camping previously predicted the apocalypse in 1994. The way I see it, if we can make it to year 2013, we will have lived through 3 apocalypses; I think we're the invincible generation.
So what did we do to celebrate the supposed last day of the universe? Field trip to one of the first civilizations in Spain, Italica. Founded in 206 BC by the Romans, Italica is littered with unbelievable ancient ruins. It was home to one of the biggest anfiteatros (a stadium for gladiator fights and naumachias, much like the Colosseum) in the Roman empire. Given its size and importance in society, people would travel from all over Spain and N. Africa to see fights held at the site. I felt like a much less intimidating version of Russell Crowe as I walked through the same tunnels that former gladiators walked through before they stepped in front of the hostile crowd. Afterwards, we walked down the main street of the city - fun fact, the Romans invented the elevated sidewalk so that pedestrians did not have to walk through rain runoff from the crowned roads. Though no full houses have survived the test of time, most of the floor plans are still in tact and their beautiful mosaic floors have largely been preserved. Unfortunately people used to be able to buy certain images from the mosaics, would remove them, and then display them in their homes. Apparently there is one house in Sevilla that has accumulated a lot of the prettiest ones and puts them on display; I hope to be able to visit it sometime in the near future. Just like at the Cathedral, my art history teacher toured us through the city and was very informative about the history, art style, and architecture.
After our visit to the ancient city, we took a short drive to the local beach. The white sand was expansive, the water was blue, and the women were topless. All things considered, it was a relaxing afternoon. By the grace of God, I escaped the outing without much of a sunburn and my khaki shorts dried out quickly enough to be comfortable for the bus ride back home (being the responsible, intelligent person that I am, I forgot to bring my swimsuit for our beach outing). Sitting on the beach just reminded me of my three week homestay in Cádiz four years ago where we would spend every siesta on the beach. Those three weeks taught me the value of study abroad and I'm definitely glad I've come back for another go at it.
Well, I know its only 4:45 back home, but 18:00 (the doomed 6:00 PM) has come and gone here without any excitement. I guess we'll have to wait until 2012 to experience God's wrath.
But it's alright 'cuz it's Saturday night So mista funkmaster pump the Bee-Gees and, And all you college students bring your ouijas ... We strive to teach youth baby and stay alife - Wyclef Jean
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