Back !
Got back from Marbella at approx 20.00. I'm really quite sick of trips by car, especially when it's so damn hot. Horrible. I long to go to an airport, I love flying and the smell of airports.
It was a nice stay, in general. Unless you count that Mum and Dad practically pissed each other off almost every night. But it was nice all the same. At almost the very end of my stay I met these really nice french girls. One was 16 and her little sister was 12, I also met these really cute little kids. One was 7 and the other one was 4. The best discovery was this LOVELY chinese restaurant. The people were lovely and the food was delecious. If anyobody goes to Marbella, it's called GINSENG and it's at the Guadalmina Centro Comercial. Not that you're that interested. Just so you know.
I freaked out on the last night though. I had noticed that this weird looking guy had been looking at me with a weird expression, but I just ignored him. And then when my Dad was having a drink at the hotel bar later that night, he was at the table beside us. Well at first it was just his dad but then he came and saw me petting this cat (that belonged to the hotel, incidentally) and asked if it was mine with a weird accent, and I said No. Anyway I had had enough and my parents had become really silent so I suspected that they wanted to talk on their own so I said I was going back to the room. And so I was on my way and then I the thought popped into my head "Ha, imagine if the weird guy's right behind you right now Lucia, that would be totally freaky wouldn't it?" So, deeply amused with my thoughts, I turned around, and there was nobody except him walking straight at me. I wouldn't have been so freaked out because it is - of course - a hotel filled with people. The problem is it was about 2.00 in the morning and my room was in this little tiny corridor where you didn't even have space to strech your legs. So anyway I got quite freaked out and I did this thing where you sort of stop because you've realised you've forgotten something and tried to have an expression of Oh-shit-I've -forgotten-something and as I was walking back he sort of stopped me and said in spanish : You speak spanish??? And I said : Uuuh...yes (in spanish) and he said : " No italiano??" and I said : "No, sorry" and he said with a revoltingly satisfied and leering look on his face : Aaah me gusta me gusta, bella" Which I'm quite certain you know translates as "Aaaaah I like, I like...Nice, nice" And then I went back to sit at the table and he came back, and then when left he looked at me with a smirk and said Adios. I don't know why I'm so revolted really. I guess it should have been taken as a compliment but there was something so disgusting about his face when he said that, and he was so confident like he actually KNEW me or something, when he said Ciao. He seriously irritated me.
Here are some pictures!!!!! Had to resize them because they were too big.
I love the sea. Honestly. I could gaze at it for hours. Though this beach didn't have many waves.
A part of the hotel...
My Dog *smiles and pets him*
Look at me all tanned and with my nose looking funny!
My parents, with Mickey at the back on the alert for other male dogs. Mom wanted to get her shades but too late, I snapped the picture whilst Dad rubbed his belly.
Me with Mom at the Chinese restaurant !!!
The sun was quite bright there....
Hello there
Me with mom...
More tomorrow...I'm quite tired :)