Tuesday September 16th 2008

Airport life is the worst...

Our flight to Almeria, Spain left at 9:25 this morning and we got at the Dublin airport at 9:30 last night so you can only imagine my life for 12 hours. Basically the highlight was sleeping on the green MacDo bench and waking up to feast on some Macdo bacon and egg McMuffins and some hashbrowns. So after the worst time of our lives we went to check in for our flight and were surprised to find out that some of our packs were overweight... Sheen's pack was fine but Ryan was 3kgs over, Brandice was 7 over and I was at least 8 over... i say at least because I kind of cheated the system by holding up my pack while it was on the scale... Somehow though we managed to get away with not paying the stupid charge of 15euros per kg over. After being told about the overweight charge we tried to pull some gear out of our pack and move it into our carry-on gear but for some reason the RyanAir guy was super nice about life and decided to just not charge us for anything and not even mention it... I hope you have a great life Mr. RyanAir, you rule. We then flew the most gorgeous flight of our lives into Almeria. We landed at their airport which is only hundreds of feet from the Mediterranean Sea... WOW what a view.

We definitely lucked out with finding a place to stay here in Almeria because all we did was take a bus to the city center and just walk wherever the strange Hostal signs directed us... by the way, Hostals definitely are not the good ol' hostel that we've been used to.. So we found this cool little place on the main strip which offered a room for four for 60 euros a night with A/C and it's only a 20 minute walk to the beach. Not only is it a short walk but it's the most beautiful walk i've ever experienced... picture St. Anne's road with the most beautiful plaza ever running down the middle of it with the most insane marble sidewalks, palm trees and fountains you've ever seen... and not just for a few hundred feet... probably just under a kilometer.

We set up shop in this rockin little place and busted ourselves down to the beach to enjoy our first ever splonge* in the Mediterranean Sea... it was everything that you would imagine... there was even a topless girl in the near distance... Spain rules, in it's own strange, but amazing way. After our little swim we grabbed some quick sandwich food, some fruit and some beer from a grocery store on the sea front and tooted back to the room where we made some life-changing sanwiches and sipped our 6-for-3euro Heinekens. Tonight wasn't to eventful after that, we're all pretty tired from life and Sheen isn't feeling well... We called it an early night.

Before I close down shop I need to mention the amazing skate spots that we've already seen... this place is insane, it's weird to think that some of the spots we've seen aren't made to skate... Oh, and another weird thing, almost everything closes here between 2 and 8pm due to their siesta time... weird shit i'd say... but atleast they make up for by raging hard all night.

The next two weeks in Spain are gonna be tough; I've never had to deal with life not being able to make proper conversation with other... should have continued studying spanish in high school... damnit.

Buenos noches... or somethin



*splonge = a Deniset french term meaning swim