Thunderstorms, Beaches, and Discotechs
Apr 17, 2008
Apr 21, 2008
. I made it to the beach dry but as soon as I got there thunder cracked, lightening lit up the town and ocean, and rain and hell begun flying like Japanese kamikazees! I had to sprint back to my hotel with my towel-umbrella over my head and all the locals laughing at me from the doorsteps of buildings. I just wanted to swim in the ocean...is that too much to ask? And as it turned out no one is allowed to swim in the ocean because the undertow had the strength of Ron Burgundy. That's why they call it the Costa Brava or "Brave Coast" because you have to be brave (I call it insane) to swim in that ocean. When I got back to my hotel room I was about 10lbs heavier from rain and hail conquering my world. Ha, that's not a good memory. Luckily I was already in my swimsuit...
That night I went out to a discoteca. A guy on the street invited me, saying that it was free with great women. Ha! I knew it wouldn't be free, but I went anyways to see what was going on. There was a €10 cover for one drink. Downstairs was the bar and the dance floor, but it was missing the people. And mind you I went at 11pm (because I was drinking Sangria in hotel room while shaving off my 2-month beard). Thoroughly disappointed. I hung out around the beach that night, the weather had calmed significantly, then went home and passed the fluck out!
The next morning when I arroused I went to the beach again, bought some beach shoes (white) and began my cruise down the coast. I went up a small mountain at one end of the city beach and saw the amazing view from there. Then I went up a small mountain where a castel sits at the other end of the city beach and saw the amazing view from there. I proceeded to jump some fences to look closer at the castel and the view of the city. Behind me was a huge villa house on the beach with a private pool and garden. It was sweet! I hopped back over and went into town to get a bite to eat and a few souvenirs. Then I caught the bus to the train station to head for Barcelona in time to make the FC Barcelona game!
Next I made a stop in this neat little beach town Lloret De Mar. To get here I had to take the train back to Girona (the city I flew to with RyanAir), then a 2hr bus ride to the ocean town. It was a beautiful place to be when I arrived, clear skies, blue ocean, young people. I checked into my resort-hotel, an amazing spa with 4 pools on terraced levels, tons of beach chairs around the pool, a couple restaurants, and large rooms. I only paid €25 for this place and was greeted like a king! The first thing I did was put my swimsuit on, grab a hotel towel, and cruise for the beach. But coming from the NW over the Catalan mountains were black clouds with screaming thunder. The weather from Girona had caught up to me and was about to ruin my day. I didn't care, I had to go to the beach. You know when you have to do something because you're mind is set on it, even if the conditions and premises tell you 'Stop! Don't advance! Only a fool would continue!' Yeah, that was me ignoring those conditions