Lizz and I got back from Spain yesterday. It’s never really nice coming home, I don’t think. I could easily have spent another week there, at least.
While we were there we shared a room with Peter, one of Lizz’s brothers. It was a bit weird having a third person around for the beginning, but it soon became the norm. Phillip, Lizz’s other brother, stayed in the second room with his parents. We didn’t really spend a great deal of time in our rooms though.
The shower in the hotel was really nice. The pressure was so incredibly high that if you had the shower on full power it felt like the water was beating you clean. It was a bit weird having a window that opened up fully to the outside with other apartments overlooking it. It was a lot like showering outside if the window was open.
The majority of the days were spent in the hotel pools, or sitting in the 30 degree sun beside the pool. 
In the nights we went out to a fair few bars and for walks down to the sea. One night Peter and I saw a bright green flashing light around the bay and decided we’d take a walk to it the next day. The next day we were ready to walk there so we headed off into town with Lizz and her parents. At one point they said they were going on ahead while Peter solved a Rubik’s Cube in a shop. We said we’d catch up with them. We came out of the shop and decided to play a trick on them by getting ahead of them and waiting for them to catch up.
We headed down a side-street and cut out some of the corner. When we came back to the same road we were originally on we couldn’t see Lizz or her parents anywhere. We figured they were in a shop or something, so we went to the beach to wait for them there. After about 10 minutes at the beach we decided they probably weren’t coming any more, so we set off for the green flashing light, which was a lighthouse on the harbour in Altea.
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It doesn’t look very far on the map, and it’s only 3.3km, but in the hot mid-day sun it feels considerably further. Plus we had to do a slight variation of the journey twice because we had to get back.
On one night we went to a karaoke bar and I avoided doing any singing, which is good. Lizz sang Iris by Goo Goo Dolls, which was very good indeed. Phillip did a couple of Blink 182 songs, Lizz’s mum did a few songs I didn’t really know, and Peter sang Gay Bar by Electric Six, which was absolutely hilarious!
In the hotel we had a girl who kept coming up to us to say hello. Her name was Adina and she’s Irish. She spoke really quietly, and a quiet Irish accent is sometimes very difficult to understand, but meh. There were a lot of Irish people at the hotel, actually. Also, twins who looked like Robert De Niro!
We were half-board so we got breakfast and and evening meal included. This was a buffet, so we could eat pretty much whatever we wanted. The food was surprisingly really nice. I expected less ebcause it was included, but I’m glad I was wrong about it. Yum. I could just eat another breakfast now, actually.
On the last day we got up really early because we had to travel. When I turned the kitchen light on I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. I looked on the draining board and saw a cockroach. Lovely. I picked up the dustpan to take it outside and it fell to the kitchen floor. It made straight for the fridge to go under it, so I put my foot in front of it and it changed direction. We did a little danc for about 2 seconds and then as I was putting my right foot down again it ran straight underneath it. There was a sickening crunch and a dead cockroach. 
Not my favourite way to start the day. Luckily I was wearing shoes already!
The journeys to and from Spain were both fairly simple. Nothing went wrong on any of them. I made snadwiches for both journeys which proved very useful. My suitcase weighed 19.5kg on the way there and about 17kg on the way back. I had less of Lizz’s stuff in it on the way back because I didn’t want to break the 20kg weight limit and be charged €9 per kg.
Now all that remains of the holiday is a suntan, the memories, and a suitcase full of washing.
