Adios Alvaro

Alvaro and Joan at DH

This weekend Alvaro was in town to say goodbye to everyone before he leaves for Argentina.
Even though he'll only be gone a month or two, he still wanted a party, it's Spain; it's normal.
So, the night started with Joan and I meeting Alvaro, David and Shabir at Georgio's after they had eaten. We had one glass of wine and then accompanied Shabir in a taxi to Abacco in Blanes.
It was a funny ride because Shabir was already a bit drunk and was telling the driver jokes, only the second one he told got him a smile. We finally arrived and I hadn't eaten so Joan took me next door so I could get some fries, which helped more than I thought, and we made our way back to Abacco. Alvaro kept hitting on Joan all night sin embargo he says he's not gay. However there are just to many gay innuendos for him to just be joking. Oh well, it was entertaining for the rest of us and Joan was a pretty good sport about it.

Alvaro and I at Abacco

After we went to DH but Joan and I left after being there 10 minutes. We were tired and not really in a party mood, well, I wasn't at least. I'm sure Joan would have stayed.

Shabir and I at Abacco

Oh Shabir...

Today we slept in until 1:45, woke up just in time to get ready and make it to his parents by 2:00 for lunch. The rest of the afternoon was spent laying out by the pool and swimming with Ari and Sergi. I rode Sergi's quad this afternoon as well, I was a bit scared in the beginning by how fast it went but by the second time around I was flying through the forest but Joan said I was a bit scary and wasn't sure if I should drive it anymore.

Xevi called us around 6 and said he was stopping in Lloret to visit us and would be here in an hour so we rushed home to get ready and then met him in town. We went to Il Cappriccio on the "strip of Lloret" and sat at the table right int he front facing the street, great for people watching. It was really a nice night, we had a long dinner and even after we payed the bill we stayed and talked, watched the crazy tourists go by. The best one though was this very lame guy in zip up windbreakers, with a farmers tan, shaved head and shades. He pulled up to the side of the street ( in the taxi lane) in front of the restaurant. He drove a low rider car, with mismatched red and gray paint and house music was blaring from the speakers. Things got really interesting when he got out, went to his trunk, took out a sandwich and a dirty rag for a napkin, sat in the passenger side of his car and called out to the girls on the street. He danced to the music and sat awhile hoping girls would flock to him, none did.

We left the restaurant, walked around a bit, saw more tourists in strange outfits (I wish I had pictures of some of these people) and around 11:30 called it a night. It was really nice to have a relaxing night with Xevi and not worrying about going out to big dinners or parties. He just had Lasik Eye Surgery so we were the first to see him sin glasses. His eyes were still bloodshot from the surgery but his vision was perfect. I even had to help him with the eye drops during the night. Next weekend he is going to Prague with German. Lucky guy. I know Joan and I will be able to go one day soon, so I'm not to sad we missed this trip.

Tomorrow Joan's friend from Hungry will be here with her sister so I will have to play guiá. Fun, I know. I have many things I'd like to do so I hope they want to just go off to the beach on their own.

I have a bit more cleaning to do tonight before I go to bed. Joan is already fast asleep.

Bona nit.