Americanas in España

Alison came to visit me and It was a great time. Although, it always is when she is here because then there are TWO American Girls in Spain.

Mai Tai's and Piña Coladas on the beach

On the beach looking for topless old women haha

Walking to Cala Bayns. This was actually a pretty funny morning. Alison and I had stopped by the meat shop to say hi to Joan's mom. We told her our plans for the day and off we went. We go to Cala Bayns and our camarero comes up to take our order. I order in Catalan because I can (haha) and the waiter asks, "Where are you from?" This is normal because when I speak Catalan people ask me this because I definetly don't look Spanish. So I answer, "America. But I live here." Then he says, "Cynthia and Alison?" Alison and I look at each other and tell him, "yeah?" And then he walks away. I cannot tell you how weird it is to have a stranger say your name. We probably look pretty surprised because the other waiters are looking at us. I then notice the owner of Cala Bayns waving at me. I wave back and it all comes together. Maribel. Joan's mom called ahead and took care of our bill for us. She is so nice! After our coffee, the waiter asks if we would like a cocktail. On the house. If it wasn't 10 a.m. we probably would have. We stayed awhile, enjoying the sound of the waves and each others company.

I am really bad at sequencing events so this is probably all out of order, but oh well.

We went to some shops, to the beach and had a great lunch of tapas at El Romani.

That night we went out to ZOO, a new club here in Lloret. We hung out by the bar and even made friends with the bartender, Carlos. He was very nice to us and when guys tried to hit on us he would say, "Oh aren't those your boyfriends over there?" to ward guys away.
It worked until this one German guy came over. Alison and I had been watching him all night because he was totally out of it. He was there with some friends, drinking a ton and making very weird faces. He noticed us after awhile and came over. He kept speaking in German and I tried to tell him I didn't speak German. I spoke in English (which he did understand and speak) but refused to. So after everything he said, I just repeated it. For example, he said, "Hockinflurishenfluff." So I resonded, "Hockinflurishenfluff?" but always ending it like a question. This continued for awhile until he decided he needed more drinks. He got us three shots of Jager. When he wasn't looking, Alison gave hers to the bartender and I gave mine to a kid sitting by us. I think he was French. The German had no idea. I made the mistake of saying, Gutenmorgan to him, (which means Good Morning) and he got so excited and thought I had been lying about speaking German. The bartender saved us and escorted us to the other side of the bar. A few minutes later the German came over and said, "ta-ta!". What an end to the night!

When we thought we were in the clear, two other guys came up to us. They were both French, didn't speak much English and only a bit of Spanish. We told them about our boyfriends but they didn't seem to care. They just wanted a picture with us. We told them no but they insisted and even Carlos the bartender was laughing at us. The French guys told us they were looking for girls to go to their hotel party. Unfortunately for them, we didn't go. Unfortunately for us, that photo they took will probably be evidence that these two "American girls came with us and...etc." I don't want to know.

The next day we laid out on the beach all day and went to lunch at this place on the beach. Alisons spanish is very good so she did most of the talking. Our waiter had a bit of a crush on her. When we were leaving he ran up to her and told her he really liked her and wondered where she would be that night. She told him Zoo although she was leaving later that day to go to Barcelona.
Poor guy. jaja



It was a great visit. I'm so glad she was able to come! Since that weekend, she has gone back to Philadelphia. Things with her and David didn't work out. I found this out Saturday at Shabir's party. I cried at the club later when it hit me she wasn't there. David talked to me but I'm pretty sure I blocked out the bullshit. I don't know why things happened how they did but I hope to see her again soon. She is a wonderful person and will still be my very good friend.
I wish her all the best in her life and hopefully one day she will make it back to visit Joan and me!

I Love you Ali!