The Value of Tip

Published on July 19, 2003 in Spain

When I woke up there was indeed a very cute girl waking up at about the same time.  I will take this time to apologize for the female centered agenda of my writings -- I am just documenting every person that I meet. We went out to coffee at this little cafe, I had a bread t thing with some chicken in it.  Very good!  Her name is Kristin.  I went back with Ashley and we took off for the beach, which was an adventure in it= own.  While getting ready to go I joked with the room that of the six people I was the only male, but nobody was uncomfortable.  Except when I was doing push ups and one of the females, a free-living hippy type, appeared with no underwear on and her bottom was right in my face and I extended my arms.  AhhH!  I did not enjoy that so much.

We went to the beach, where I was amazed by how many topless people there were.  Unfortunately the percentages were about the same no matter who the group was, either young old or real old.  Good times.

Went home and fell asleep again.  I woke up just in time to meet the group again, we had about 20 people and all were going out to some club.  I didn't know where the heck we were when we got there, which I'm sure wasn't a really good thing but we all enjoyed ourselves.  When we arrived, about 12:00, we were the only one's in the club.  I learned how to play Foosball, but played with a bunch of Brits and other European people ho seemingly have played quite a lot before.  Nevertheless, I learned how to play quick and held my own.  Eventually at 2:00 or so the club started picking up, and we all started dancing.

I gave the bartender a two euro tip, and later kissed her hand at some point.  We all drank before getting to the club, since drinks are real expensive.  I was walking by in not the bestest of moods and she gave me a free kiwi shooter th thing -- it was pretty good.  we laughed a little more, enjoyed ourselves, and I was in a much better mood.  Realizing how lucky I am in the US, I really don't like the smell of smoke wherever I go.  EVERYBODY smokes..  I danced with this girl, geez, what was her name.  The same girl that was not allowed into the club the night before but this time dressed up slightly.  She is an amazing dancer.  We only danced close a couple of times, me trying to keep up, and she has more control of her hips that anybody I have ever seen before.  Why do I, Mr. mediocre at best dancer, get stuck with Oh My God Rock Your World dancer?  Unfortunately she  just really wanted to dance, and was having boy issues, but that is not too much of my concern..  I enjoyed myself.  At 6:00am we arrived back at the hostel, curled up into bed, and slept until about 8:00 when the construction, on a Saturday, rocked our entire  building.  I look forward to the day that I will be able to sleep a full night, I look VERY forward to it!!  And now we arrive up-to-date to today.  Looking back, I have just relaxed a lot today.  I went to the beach for the entire afternoon, and didn't even get sunburned!!  Please tell me what is the matter with that situation??!  I fell asleep under a tree reading a book, and could feel a lot of the people walking out of the metro station looking at me.  I don't know, a white guy curled up relaxing unhindered by society under a tree.  An interesting sight I guess.  At 6:00 we got our bags and headed over to the train station.  Sibyl is very easy to travel with, I will admit that, but Ashely apparently doesn't observe what is going on around her.  For instance, I was the one who figured out what train to get on, I was the one who double checked, I was the one who got us down onto the train.  Just now I was the one who found out, by asking some French girl, what our seat numbers for our reservation are.  That is alright, I am enjoying myself, but still cannot wait to get off on my own.  Ashley and Sibyl are both asleep, soon I will be, all of us preparing for what should be a party-filled Sunday night in Nice, France.  The train is stopped in some town I cannot pronounce, a half filled car awaits the final command to start.

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