Spain, Day One

Trip Start Feb 15, 2011
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Trip End Feb 15, 2013


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Flag of Spain  , Andalusia,
Wednesday, June 1, 2011

It was a rocky start to our sunny vacation. We can be a tad touchy before morning coffee, especially early mornings. Luckily, the excitement of boarding our first Ryanair flight to our first hot European destination chirped us up.

After a semi-short (thankfully, because as Leann enjoyed the window seat on my right, I enjoyed two and half hours of bad breath wafting towards me from the neighbour on my left) flight and shuttle ride, we landed at the Hotel Griego Mar in Torremolinos. After settling in, we picked up a couple cheap beach towels from the local discount corner store and made our way to the sandy shoreline. Upon arrival we settled into the first loungers we could find and let the sunbathing begin. We spent the afternoon tossing and turning (for an even tan), sweating and being serenaded by the constant ocean waves and sporadic yells of passing locals selling "agua, limon, coke-a-cola, cervezas ", men in jeans and full sleeved shirts selling knock off selections of sunglasses, dresses, purses, bracelets, etc, and Asian ladies selling Thai massages. It didn't take us long to learn that the Spanish word for “no” is... “no”. After two hours we were approached by an old man in a sailor outfit and before he could tell us what it was he was selling, Leann immediately said “no thank you”. Unfortunately for us, “no thank you” was not an option to his question as he was the lounge chair warden and the past two hours of relaxation evidently weren’t free. After having paid the required lounger fee, we made sure to stay a little longer than initially planned to soak up all the sun we could and get the most bang for our buck.

Almost exactly halfway through our uphill, vendor lined journey back to the hotel, we stumbled across the most amazing sweet shop, appropriately named Candyland. Needless to say we got side tracked. Back at the hotel we freshened up (that pesky sand gets everywhere) and set out for a meal on the town. Naturally we went for a Spain staple of mixed seafood paella and sangria. We see now why Spain is famous for its paella, and owe our friendly server a big thank you for the much needed, table side lesson on how to behead and shell crustaceans.
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