July 3
We were all to meet up at the flagpoles for the baptism of Avila. We walked along the northern side of Altea, which I hadn’t been to. Once we reached the beach we could all tell the shore was smoother. There was sand rather than only beach rocks.
We prayed in the sun and then everyone went their separate ways. Lauryn and I went to Mecadona, the larger super market. So, for the past week or so, I’ve been singing the Mercadona jingle, and no one else had heard it. Well, finally I was able to record it. Lauryn heard it too and I was so excited. = P
I picked up more of that incredibly addicting lemon milk and some nectar of banana! I have no idea how that get banana juice, but that is exactly what it tastes like.
At Pizza4U, we all trickled in. We bought four huge pizzas and pitchers of Sangria. They had a very interesting pizza with pineapple, banana, mushrooms and curry powder. Very different, but kinda good.
When we got back to the guy’s place, Nick and I had this idea to take a 30 minute nap. “We’ll be awake at 5:32”, said Nick.
Now, I remember waking up and saying to Nick at one point. “Hey Nick it is 6! We over slept.” to which Nick had replied “Oh no”. Somehow we both fell back asleep again and then it was 7! Ugh! Two hours.. Danny, Avila’s Spanish boyfriend had said that Siestas should be less than 30 minutes. Whoops.
So both of us drowsily milled about. I wanted to finish something for the Art Show that night after the Soccer game. I wrapped my lower half in tape myself, and then Nick helped with the upper torso. Colleen and Maureen arrived and asked us to accompany them to a Spanish bar down the street. So Nick and I finished up and walked less than a block away. The ‘bar’ was more like someone’s garage or something, but they had projected the video on a huge screen so it was nice to see Spain win. At the beginning I thought that Spain was the other color and I was wondering why they were running around while the other team was passing back and forth so well.
I don’t really quite understand how the time works in soccer, so I didn’t know how much time was left, but I did notice that Spain was the better team. They were more organized passing the ball back and forth, but the other team had powerful kicks that got the ball to the other side quickly.
I tried introducing myself to one of the guys during halftime, but he kind of deflected my question and pointed to the game. Oh well. I tried.
After the game we all left to Desanyo, the art gallery for our art show. We laid out all the plastic bodies and pieces. Jordan and Noah spray painted some hands gold and. We made another fist and a hang-ten sign. Good times.
The night ended as most of us played a song on the guitar, to which one of Sean’s friends, Dexter, commented, “Does everyone in America know how to play the guitar?”
I wish.