My father was a captain and military commander of the Spanish Basque province and from an early age i trained with him and my brothers in the art of warfare so when i was taken to the Dominican convent of San Sebastian el Antiguo, i was not the nun sort and to be brief, i refused to take vows, fought with the head nun and was detained in a cell from which i escaped and went on the run.
You know how some girls cut their hair and they look amazing and others just look like ugly boys? I cut my hair short and looked confusingly masculine and even more when i put on some mans clothes and to cut a long story short, i stole the savings of a doctor, was arrested and imprisoned for fighting in Bilbao, sailed to Venezuela and killed some pirates, shot and killed a sea captain and stole 500 pesos and went to Peru and had a fight with a young man and ended slashing his face and another arrest and jail term.
Released, killed two friends of the man with the slashed face who came after me so another arrest and imprisoned and on release on to Chile and enrolled as a soldier.
In Chile massacring Indians, had an argument with my commander so burnt local fields of crops and got locked in a church for six months, then killed the Governor and was again imprisoned for eight months.
Next up Argentina, raided an Indian village, worked as a smuggler, got caught, killed another guy and sentenced to death, hid out in a Church and took a nun hostage and fled to Peru.
Obviously, in Peru i was arrested but to avoid execution, i begged for mercy to Bishop Agustín de Carvajal, and confessed that i was a woman who had been in a convent and the Bishop sent me back to Spain.
From Spain returned to Mexico and died while steering mules onto a boat so with 2 death sentences, 2 Church incarcerations, 5 prison sentences and 9 murders and killing hundreds of Indians, i don't think i ever really had the right temperament for the life of a nun.
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