Rota, Andalusia, Spain and Canary Islands
Monday, September 8, 2008
After a 9 hour flight in a sardine can of a plane with my squad the sunshine and freshair were amazing. Its was about 85 degrees when we got off the plane and found our rooms. 12 hours till the next flight What to do...? No change of clothes... No access to luggage... off i go. Myself and two freinds head out to town its about 8 9 in the morning. The first thing that hits me is the buildings. White dominos straight up, inches apart. Little windows like a little old ladies eyes crinkled edges but so much they have seen. As walked around the narrow streets it was my first time experiencing the Euro-sidewalk or lack thier off. Thier seems to be no dividion to be continued.....
