The beachparty on
saturday night was a lot of fun. There was plenty of fish (sardines, I think, grilled by a
couple of brave men standing at a fire), sangria and beer. Also flamenco for the real tourists among
us.
After having returned to the residence, we did our best to diminish existing beer
resources, which went quite successful regarding the state of my head when waking up after 5 hours
of sleep. The thing I learnt: Never forget to drink enough water. My body was pretty dehydrated
which manifested itself in a giant headache. Ideal for travelling about 2000km back home to the
Netherlands. My stomach also felt quite unstable, which made the flight a lot of fun. I now have a
very decent idea why there’s a paperbag for every seat, luckily I didn’t need mine (which I wasn’t
quite confident of, especially when the plane began to descend).
In contrast to my
travelling mates, the dutch railways didn’t suprise me and brought me back home like scheduled.
Nice details: My girlfriend was awaiting me at the station with a pizza. Not kidding, dreams
actually come true from time to time! :-)