Barcelo Asia Gardens Benidorm

These pictures are from me trying to take a photo of myself writing with my ancient feather pen from the Alicante market and from walking around Alicante on a tour of the the two cathedrals, San Nicolas y Santa Barbara.
The pictures later are from our visit to two little pueblos just outside of Alicante; Guadalest and Altea. In the little town of Guadalest is a beautiful castle ...

... up." And now I don't even have to worry about hopes because it's a reality. What a nice feeling. I rarely feel content and satisfied and even more than that excited about things and a truly happy camper. I feel corny. Haha. But I'm glad I feel corny rather than homesick or actually sick or depressed. And I hope that I can hold onto this feeling and experience more great ones as the time comes to pass.
My only sadness is ...

So Alex had to go back to the consulate in the morning and being true friends me and Olly decided to join him. In the Brittish consulate you basically have about 15 people at any time who have had their passports robbed. During our short stay we spoke to a few fellow British people around us. A particularily funny convosation started with an old british man who was keen to share his words of wisdom, unfortunately, he was not even slightly wise. He started the ...

... few hours Miguel turned up and told us his stories of being lost which involved running round the city for two hours looking confused. He obviously went up for a shower. Shortly after a German girl (Jessica) started talking to me looking to meet some people. She told me a funny story about how she had just seen this crazy looking confused person running around a bus stop. This story was ...

... legends. We missioned round the town looking for beer, when we found it we sat outside the door of the shop on the floor drinking. . . we were soon moved on. Fortunatelly, there was a bench round the corner and Vince had a harmonica. They were robbed in Barcalona like us. So, we sang the Peniscola/Barcalona blues. "going down to Barcalona. . . . Ain't as bad as Peniscola. . . . Takin' my ...

... usual and fell asleep in a wierd location (motorway traffic Island) as usual. Then, as usual, whilst going to the toilet a big animal started rustling around in a bush next to me. I nonchalently threw a massive rock in there to freak it out.

Then we soundly fell asleep to the sound of heavy traffic a few meters away.

Mit: Patrick aus Österreich

Wir reisen im gut klimatisierten Zug schnell aus Alicante hinaus, fahren an El Campello vorbei, ein malerische Bucht, wo auch viel Englisch zu hören ist, wie ich am nächsten Tag feststellen kann, villa Joyosa und dann Benidorm. Der Name klingt für meine Ohren ja recht ulkig, man soll sich aber nicht an offensichtlichen Äußerlichkeiten festhängen. Denn:

Benidorm ist auf Anhieb sympathisch. Adrett, Sauber, viel leiser und ...

... fuehren entlang der Wasserduempel den Bach hinauf. Die Menschen geniessen alle das kuehle Nass und auch ich kanns kaum mehr erwarten. Ab ins kuehle Nass. Und wirklich: es ist erfrischend!

Auch das gekuehlte Bier hernach schmeckt fein! In einer netten Runde geniessen wir den Abschluss des schonen Tages!

mit Andrea, Kirstin und Isabelle, Christine, Edyta

Wie schön ist es im Meer zu plantschen, durch die hohen Wellen zu hüpften, tauchen, köpfeln und zu kraulen. Manchmal fühlt man sich in die Kindheit zurückversetzt, ist dir das auch schon passiert?

Ein gutes Buch lesen, das Tagebuch volllabern, einen Kaffee in der Strandbar schlürfen oder faul ...

... very peaceful and rejuvenating time. Eating out every day, drinking wine daily and eating too many desserts was starting to become way too routine. We got some advice from Stefano about checking out the beaches in Sabaudia- was he ever right! This area turned out to be the Bayhead of Rome... .tranquil, quiet, expensive , but worth the ride (see pictures). We left Italy and headed for another boat (see picture) from Civitavecchia outside Rome to Barcelona. It was an ...