and her lips find my mouth. We make out passionately for several minutes. Hell, this feels great. I love holding Megan and soothing her.
Then I force myself back to my conditions and the discussion with Dr. Stone.
“Megan, we’re breaking my rules,” I manage to blurt out. She’s so damn tempting. “I should drive you home, now. However, I haven’t heard about all of your adventures.” I’m sure there’s more heartache to come.
“Do you want to read another of my blog entries or do you get the general idea?”
“Maybe I’ll just read one more and then we can move on to what happened, once you returned to the states.” She nods and I note that there’s fear in her eyes.
“Well, then, I’ll show you my riff on Barcelona.” She enthuses and gives me one of her dazzling smiles. She opens her IPhone and calls up her blog.
BARcelona…..is what my newly purchased sunglasses said until I lost them in the ocean surf five minutes later….I was not even supposed to be in this amazing city yet, but I missed the bus for Pamplona, Spain so I said eh…Barcelona it is. It’s the best travel decision I ever made.
So I get here, have real issues explaining to the cab driver “any hotel/hostel” and he finally drops me off at, literally, the dirtiest place I have ever seen. Since it was 5am, I didn’t have much of a choice. After a few hours of shuteye, it was time to see what this place offered.
Walked around ‘til I finally met the beach. Took a boat ride…severely burnt my arm…from sticking it out of the boat window…and then walked around a little longer until I spotted a perfect little spot to relax and have a drink.
Mimosa it was. I sat at yet another table by myself until, as I call him, “hot pants”, said something to me. Just picture an older man in something a 15-year-old girl would wear. This was also the moment I met my new friend, Scott. He too was sitting at a table by himself and we discovered we were both traveling Europe, solo. But wait, there’s more….
The rest of the day was pretty much drinks and some appetizers until we decided to get into the water. I was not wearing a swimsuit at this time nor was my stuff with me. I stopped in a shop to get a cheap one…I was just between tipsy and drunk. I really didn’t care what the suit looked like…I just picked the first little yellow one/Barcelona sunglasses/swim shorts without even trying them on and regretted that, later.
After changing in the restroom on the beach, I discovered both the swimsuit and the shorts were meant for a 5 year old, aka they were way too small….maybe that’s what happened to “hot pants”. I was still in the “I don’t really care” state so I took my happy self into the water in this redic attire. This was okay though people, because I was in Europe…and there were tons of women walking around topless.
After an hour or two of swimming in the saltiest/roughest water thus far, and losing my sunglasses to the waves, I was ready for a nap. Or, so I thought. Scott’s hostel ended up having an opening, so I moved my stuff there and got ready for a night out.
Couch surfing and hostels are really the way to go. I met all kinds of, mostly Australians, doing the same thing as me. I could say that the drinking ended at the Hostel’s 2-dollar mojito night, but I would be lying.
When I have a plan in my mind, I’ll do anything to make it happen. My plan for this evening was to see Barcelona’s lights at night. To do that meant a hike up one of the larger hills in town. Soooo… after we drank our mojitos and talked to a German guy, the three of us set out to find other pubs that eventually led to this hike.
Pub after Pub. Live music. The German guy commenting to me “you can drink”, and then later saying that he “might throw up”. We also went dancing. We were finally ready for this hike….or, I should say, cab ride… hahaha. The
Then I force myself back to my conditions and the discussion with Dr. Stone.
“Megan, we’re breaking my rules,” I manage to blurt out. She’s so damn tempting. “I should drive you home, now. However, I haven’t heard about all of your adventures.” I’m sure there’s more heartache to come.
“Do you want to read another of my blog entries or do you get the general idea?”
“Maybe I’ll just read one more and then we can move on to what happened, once you returned to the states.” She nods and I note that there’s fear in her eyes.
“Well, then, I’ll show you my riff on Barcelona.” She enthuses and gives me one of her dazzling smiles. She opens her IPhone and calls up her blog.
BARcelona…..is what my newly purchased sunglasses said until I lost them in the ocean surf five minutes later….I was not even supposed to be in this amazing city yet, but I missed the bus for Pamplona, Spain so I said eh…Barcelona it is. It’s the best travel decision I ever made.
So I get here, have real issues explaining to the cab driver “any hotel/hostel” and he finally drops me off at, literally, the dirtiest place I have ever seen. Since it was 5am, I didn’t have much of a choice. After a few hours of shuteye, it was time to see what this place offered.
Walked around ‘til I finally met the beach. Took a boat ride…severely burnt my arm…from sticking it out of the boat window…and then walked around a little longer until I spotted a perfect little spot to relax and have a drink.
Mimosa it was. I sat at yet another table by myself until, as I call him, “hot pants”, said something to me. Just picture an older man in something a 15-year-old girl would wear. This was also the moment I met my new friend, Scott. He too was sitting at a table by himself and we discovered we were both traveling Europe, solo. But wait, there’s more….
The rest of the day was pretty much drinks and some appetizers until we decided to get into the water. I was not wearing a swimsuit at this time nor was my stuff with me. I stopped in a shop to get a cheap one…I was just between tipsy and drunk. I really didn’t care what the suit looked like…I just picked the first little yellow one/Barcelona sunglasses/swim shorts without even trying them on and regretted that, later.
After changing in the restroom on the beach, I discovered both the swimsuit and the shorts were meant for a 5 year old, aka they were way too small….maybe that’s what happened to “hot pants”. I was still in the “I don’t really care” state so I took my happy self into the water in this redic attire. This was okay though people, because I was in Europe…and there were tons of women walking around topless.
After an hour or two of swimming in the saltiest/roughest water thus far, and losing my sunglasses to the waves, I was ready for a nap. Or, so I thought. Scott’s hostel ended up having an opening, so I moved my stuff there and got ready for a night out.
Couch surfing and hostels are really the way to go. I met all kinds of, mostly Australians, doing the same thing as me. I could say that the drinking ended at the Hostel’s 2-dollar mojito night, but I would be lying.
When I have a plan in my mind, I’ll do anything to make it happen. My plan for this evening was to see Barcelona’s lights at night. To do that meant a hike up one of the larger hills in town. Soooo… after we drank our mojitos and talked to a German guy, the three of us set out to find other pubs that eventually led to this hike.
Pub after Pub. Live music. The German guy commenting to me “you can drink”, and then later saying that he “might throw up”. We also went dancing. We were finally ready for this hike….or, I should say, cab ride… hahaha. The
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