So today was another day exploring Lloret. All the Portuguese tweens are still here, dressed terribly and louder than ever. At noon I met with Joan's mom (story of my life now) and we ended up having tapas for lunch. I am up for trying new things, it's hard for me to do but I'm working on it; however I was not excited about the food she ordered for me. I cannot even tell you the names of what I ate (or tried to eat) but I know one of them was called a croquette or something. It was chicken in a fried dough, although this chicken was put through a blender and then coated. It was like eating something a bird regurgitated to feed its babies. Next was a mix of pureed vegetables with a very strong Gorgonzola cheese, to potent for my taste. I was the typical American and had patatas with this very good garlic dipping sauce. I think I'll stick to what I know for now.
When Maribel had to go to her English class, I decided to try and walk around town. I felt adventurous and took it upon myself to try and explore more of Lloret. I found a great shop with rings made of seashells and African masks not to mention the millions of little witch statues that are around, why are so many stores obsessed with witches? Anyway I got some more incense (that I later found out smells way to strongly of spices and Moroccan salesman) and a great seashell ring that probably wasn't even made in Spain.
On my way to la playa, I was stopped by a tourist who began asking me directions to somewhere,
"Pardona Guapa" was the start, the rest I can't even remember and by the time I realized what was happening I managed to spit out, "No español" how lame. At least he thought I was a local or at least spanish. That made my day.
I made it to the beach but with the Portuguese people here now on holiday it is almost impossible to find a place to sit on the beach. They are having some kind of futból tournament and block off the beach for about a mile. Once I pass all that there is always a plethora of kids either playing ball or unsuccessfully trying to build a pyrmaid of themselves on the beach. I finally found a nice spot, laid out my towel, got out mi libro and started to read when BAM! Sand all over me,my book was out of my hands and my sunglasses hanging off my face in a very unattractive fashion. Some quios ball was in my lap.
When Maribel had to go to her English class, I decided to try and walk around town. I felt adventurous and took it upon myself to try and explore more of Lloret. I found a great shop with rings made of seashells and African masks not to mention the millions of little witch statues that are around, why are so many stores obsessed with witches? Anyway I got some more incense (that I later found out smells way to strongly of spices and Moroccan salesman) and a great seashell ring that probably wasn't even made in Spain.
On my way to la playa, I was stopped by a tourist who began asking me directions to somewhere,
"Pardona Guapa" was the start, the rest I can't even remember and by the time I realized what was happening I managed to spit out, "No español" how lame. At least he thought I was a local or at least spanish. That made my day.
I made it to the beach but with the Portuguese people here now on holiday it is almost impossible to find a place to sit on the beach. They are having some kind of futból tournament and block off the beach for about a mile. Once I pass all that there is always a plethora of kids either playing ball or unsuccessfully trying to build a pyrmaid of themselves on the beach. I finally found a nice spot, laid out my towel, got out mi libro and started to read when BAM! Sand all over me,my book was out of my hands and my sunglasses hanging off my face in a very unattractive fashion. Some quios ball was in my lap.
After many "lo sientos chica" I managed to say a very bland "está be" "parlu catalá?" "un poco" I say, in spanish. I always mix up the languages and really don't want to talk to him so I didn't say anything else. "Vale....lo siento....(other mumbled catalan..something guapa) and he ran his little quio self away. Two incidents today where I failed at speaking much of anything. I hate that when a moment comes and I need to speak Spanish I blank out. I need to study more. However I did manage to get a nice video of the ocean out of it.
Joan is still in Portugal for work and won't get in until 11:30 esta noche. He wants to go out for a Guinness to celebrate St.Patrick's Day because he feels bad we didn't get to go to Dublin like I wanted. It's a nice idea but we won't be going out until midnight, it's almost 9 and I am well into the end of the 1st season of Prison Break and really don't feel like getting off the sofá to shower.
Whatever, maybe we'll see Shabir and Ana and we can make plans.
Whatever, maybe we'll see Shabir and Ana and we can make plans.
1 comments:
Aww Cyn, I love the beach video :) You should take more videos and post them :) And you should include yourself in em'! I'll be home tonight, and I'll stay on AIM, but my status will be "away". Just IM me when you are on. When you were talking about your mic, you meant the one for the computer right? Even if Skype doesn't work, I still want to talk to you...via the ol' fashioned phone :) Call me!
*Jess
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