Today we got attacked by jellyfish.

I was so excited to rush into the water and start playing with the waves, but nobody was in the water. I was confused. Everybody was at the edge of the water, vigorously (that’s our English word of the day) trying to catch some MEDUSA (that’s jellyfish in Spanish, and our Spanish word of the day), and using buckets and nets to rid that one particular area that had so many jellyfish (it also had the biggest waves), so that everybody could swim again.

Though I was reluctant to enter the water, for fear of it maybe still having jellyfish in it’s salty, salty, salty grasp. But eventually I put my reluctance (or you could call it fear) aside, and we all had a fun time in the sand and water both, and I felt very happy, and I forgot about all my problems.

But then, Janet said the 4 bad words: It’s. Time. To. Go. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Did she seriously have to say it. My heart sank. Well, kind of. I might be exaggerating.

But at least she said it at the right time. For just as we got out of the water, this huge wave brought like 20 jellyfish all near the shore. If we had stayed any longer, we would have been in a sea of jellyfish.

Another thing happened nearby when we just got in the water. A little girl got stung by a jellyfish. She screamed, and now I know that the stings are actually extremely painful, and that they itch. It is interesting, because Fuengirola (that’s where we’re staying) has an extra kind of public forecast. Instead of looking up the weather, you can look up if the water is full of jellyfish. How they predict that, I don’t know, but I’m guessing it sure is useful.