Nerja started off with a bunch of the group just saying fuck it to the weather (its really hot here) and going to the beach. Since we only have four day work weeks, we left for the beach on a Friday. We got on a bus and headed towards Nerja. It was a short 2 hr ride that actually could have been 45 minutes if it wasn’t for a greyhound-esc trip. Once we arrive at Nerja I was designated the trips spokesperson and called the Hostal. To my surprise the damn Hostal receptionist switched from a Spanish accent (a local accent) over to an English accent. The guy had a California accent! He told me he would come and get us in two minutes so stay by the plaza. When he arrived the guy was a 6’ 4” blonde dude straight out of Madison, Wisconsin!
Blake ended up taking us back to the Hostal, once again we were in for a surprise. It turned out that the Hostal was really this guys friends house, whose place, Blake uses as a Hostal. It was a nice house! Surprise no. 3—Hostal.com overbooked us! There were 9 beds and 18 of us… So Blake proceeded to tell us how it all would work out. 3 Guys would have to sleep outside in the terrace; literally it would be a hammock and a mattress on the floor. All the girls would share a bed, 2 per bed. One would sleep outside in the patio where the laundry was done; somehow there was a makeshift bed on top of the washer. And three lucky guys would have the luck of getting their own beds. After that was done, he gave us the grand tour. It concluded 2 minutes later and with the look at the two wonderful bathrooms, the one inside and the one outside. Rustically placed under the stairs that led to the terrace, it was literally a hose with showerhead, no hot water, what a luxury! The trip, Blake, and the room assignments were just too much excitement for one afternoon.
Time to relax. We headed towards the beach. Man the site of the beach and the smell of the salty air was enough to forget the Hostal. We took in the sun and got in the water for 6 hrs. The best quote that came out of the group was “Can you believe we’re in Spain, in Costa del Sol, and everyone back home is probably walking to class!”
Dinner was exceptional! We went by downtown and we sat in a restaurant owned and operated by British women. It was called the Californian; I don’t think anyone figured out meaning. I ordered a bacon burger, (I hadn’t had meat in a while and I was dreaming of a burger). The scenery because even better, we were looking at the ocean from our seats! We sat on a cliff. After dinner we went back to the Hostal got ourselves some wine (it only cost .85 centimos). We each had our own bottle and we just drank, and drank. Finally around midnight we got up and went to the “secret beach” Blake told us about when we returned. We followed his advice and landed in a secluded beach with huge rocks to our east, west and south! We drank some more and had a great time!
Saturday was repeated almost in the same sequence. It was a just the best weekend.
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Definitely one of my favorite trips as well. Except we all went with mad food (well mostly me because my mom hooked us up!) and we didn't need to spend too much money on food it all went on the booze.
ReplyDeletePS: this hostel experience is NOTHING compared to all the hostels we went through hahahaha.