- Swimming pool
- Fitness/Health center
- Wheelchair accessibility
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... stated this, but I'm in Spain! Yes, Spain! Why am I so excited about Spain?! Well, I think the answer lies somewhat in the fact that I have been trying to learn Spanish for the majority of my adult life, so being in the country where the language originated is a little bit, shall I say, exciting?! So, how'd I get from Italy to Spain, switching my traveling companion from Rachel to Josh? Well, I guess I better start the story without any more dilly ...
A sunny day for our crossing, so we went up on deck and met several dog owners exercising their pets, plus other people doing various interesting trips. Once back in the cabin, Tricia set about writing christmas cards!! There won't be much time for that once we return, so it is a good idea.
We started watching the Rugby World Cup final, knowing we only had about 30 minutes before we disembarked. However, as luck would have it (or not, if you didn't like rugby), ...
... es and brussels sprouts for dinner.
I had a chat with one of the hospitaleros, played with and pet their sweet but dirty golden retriever. Me and Ryan also took a walk behind and below our hostel, which opened up to this vast wetland or blue and green plant life. It was so peaceful and beautiful. We were optimistic that tonight we would finally catch up on some sleep.
... didn't get any sleep either.
All I can say is thank goodness we ended up staying in a pension, Ryan throwing up every hour would have been a nightmare in a public room at a hostel, he would have had to just stay outside.
Me mom and Abby went to a nearby bar and got some coffee and breakfast while we waited for the pharmacy to open. Luckily you don't need a prescription for anti-emetics in Spain, and I was able ...
... was what we called the fairy-tale castle.
We made some bedside sandwiches in our room, and anticipated taking the train tomorrow as no one is really feeling that great. Ryan is puking, and mom's feet are still hurting pretty badly. Oh and trying to sleep to the sounds of a nightclub and fireworks isn't exactly restorative. We will see how we feel in the morning