Good morning to our beautiful readers. Today, we woke up in an amazing place surrounded by fields, with a small, quiet beach in front of us, absolutely empty. If we had been luckier and the weather had been warmer, we could have enjoyed a refreshing early morning swim.
Anyway, we drove to Mercadona to buy some groceries—of course, we needed some ingredients to cook a tasty dinner for our handsome taxi driver. While there, we decided to flirt a little. Apparently, in Spain, when you go to a Mercadona and put a pineapple in your cart upside down, it means you’re looking to meet someone in a romantic way. So, what could go wrong? No one approached us, but we think that’s because people usually go around 7 PM, and we were there in the morning. No other possible explanation, really.
Once we had everything we needed, we went to Sant Vicente’s beach and sat down in a coffee place, mainly to charge our devices. Heide had to “work” the next day, so we couldn’t risk losing power. We parked next to the surf camp where she had stayed the week before and went to check the waves. They were flat as a pan, but we decided to go in anyway. The problem was that we needed longboards; our professional shortboards wouldn’t be enough. We put on our wetsuits, walked into the surf camp as if we were part of it, grabbed some boards with Gaia (an Italian girl who also wanted to surf with us), and headed down to the beach. Total spies, 100%—no doubt about it.
In the end, the surf session lasted about two hours and wasn’t bad at all. We had some fun catching little waves. However, there was this little kid that Sandra hated; she says he’s her archenemy because he wasn’t respecting the surf rules and was being annoying. Also, she was taking all the waves, so people had to cheat a little to be able to catch at least one.
Once the wind started to pick up and it began to rain, we left. Naturally, we crashed the surf camp for a long, warm shower. Seriously guys, Brownie is great, and with warm showers at every place we sneak into, it’s even better. We took so long that by the time Sandra finished, we had created a line of more than six people waiting for the shower. Oops… and we’re not even from the camp (Heide is turning into a real Catalan). We went for a quick lunch—by that, we mean some bread, hummus, cherries, and Mercadona’s tortilla—all inside the van because it was raining chirimiri.
Finally, our handsome taxi driver arrived. We went to a bar and started our “let’s drink because there are no waves” day. We had some beers, played some cards (Sandra was winning a lot), and then crashed the surf camp for “unlimited mojito day,” where we played some beer pong. Without any hesitation, Heide and Sandra won against Marc and Gaia (sorry, Marc—no chance there for you, best regards).
Marc went for a quick surf session (not worth it, he said), and we cooked a nice pasta with some cream sauce and veggies for dinner. We had some beers, met our friendly neighbor who has friends in common with Sandra, played some more cards (we’re not going to say who lost because that game hurt some feelings), and then went to sleep, ready for an early surf session for Sandra and a work meeting for Heide.
See you tomorrow, guys
P.S.: The answer to the quiz was B: 25 roundabouts (this is just crazy).
