The Fall: Tossa de Mar 7 - 10 June 2007
As it turns out, Tossa wasn't so bad as I had initially presumed it would be, defying the steadfast travel rule which states that if you don't like a place immediately, you should leave it immediately because it won't get any better. I don't LOVE it or anything, and I definitely wouldn't make it my home, but it is an interesting little place. As stated previously, when I arrived there, I thought that it wasn't much more than a trashy New Jersey shore-esque tourist trap of a beach town. And while the New Jersey shore certainly has a place in my heart, I did not need to travel all the way to Spain to pay a visit to its Hispanic equivalent. But, when we thought that it was trashy, we thought the thing to do was to get trashed, and so we tried. Attaining drunkenness didn't take long, as they measure gin by the half glass, but finding a party once we got there was a little more difficult. As it turns out, Tossa is only trashy and touristy by day, for, by nightfall, all of the pikeys have boarded their buses back to the wastelands from which they had come where they can be safely locked to protect the general population. Thus, at nighttime, Tossa de Mar is actually a quaint, medieval village, overlooked by a picturesque castle, whose sea front is lined with delightful cafés and restaurants. Unfortunately, we did not discover this until out last night, on which we had a most delightful dinner on the hill leading up to the castle.
The previous two nights, we had spent drinking senselessly. On the second night, we even went into a nightclub that was decorated like the disco nightmare version of my Jewish grandmother's house. Appropriately, the club's owners seemed to be a little old couple who could actually have been our grandparents; when they took our entrance money, it felt like we were outcasts being ushered awkwardly into a chaperoned school dance. Aside from a middle aged couple and the DJ, we were the ONLY ONES THERE.
It might have been fun had there been even ten other mildly drunken people in there, but there weren't. It was, at any rate, a far cry from the hepatitis pikey fest we had expected from a night out in a place called Tossa. Overall, my days spent there certainly weren't the Fall I had predicted they would be. Tossa was, however, a fall from grace in another sense for me, or at the very least, just a fall. When we returned to our rental flat after our unsatisfying clubbing experience, I somehow managed to trip over a bucket a mop that had been left out in the hall, landing directly on my chin.
It was not pretty, and it is still purple. Unlike what it made of my face, however, Tossa turned out to be quite lovely, in the end.
The previous two nights, we had spent drinking senselessly. On the second night, we even went into a nightclub that was decorated like the disco nightmare version of my Jewish grandmother's house. Appropriately, the club's owners seemed to be a little old couple who could actually have been our grandparents; when they took our entrance money, it felt like we were outcasts being ushered awkwardly into a chaperoned school dance. Aside from a middle aged couple and the DJ, we were the ONLY ONES THERE.
It might have been fun had there been even ten other mildly drunken people in there, but there weren't. It was, at any rate, a far cry from the hepatitis pikey fest we had expected from a night out in a place called Tossa. Overall, my days spent there certainly weren't the Fall I had predicted they would be. Tossa was, however, a fall from grace in another sense for me, or at the very least, just a fall. When we returned to our rental flat after our unsatisfying clubbing experience, I somehow managed to trip over a bucket a mop that had been left out in the hall, landing directly on my chin.
It was not pretty, and it is still purple. Unlike what it made of my face, however, Tossa turned out to be quite lovely, in the end.