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Published: December 15th 2005
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Castle in Alicante
or is it a Cathedral? It's old, anyways. Hello Reader.
Sunday night was quite uneventful. I picked up some milk and cereal, juice, and resisted a pint of Ben & Jerry's. I went to the hostel, popped in Kill Bill Volume Two and ate Coco Crispies until I couldn't eat anymore. It was a present to myself.
I woke up late on Monday, around eleven thirty. I took a shower, folded my clothes, packed my bag, and went to the train station to reserve my ticket to Alicante. The line was long and when I finally got to the window, the man told me how much it would be. As I reached into my pocket to find the exact change, I dropped a couple of coins and bent down to pick them up. When I stood back up, the agent was mumbling something about not being prepared when I got to the window. I said, louder than I needed to, 'What's that?' He pointed to the line behind me and said that everyone is waiting on me. (Mind you, I had been standing at the window for not more than twenty seconds.) I laughed at him, (which seemed to suprise him), looking directly at him. He seemed
Flowers in Alicante
An interesting progression of color, extremely bright. a little embarrassed. I said, 'My good man, it should do you some good to relax and lighten your mood a bit, I am, afterall, a paying customer who happened to accidently drop a couple of coins.' But I said it in Spanish, so it might not have come out quite so polite... I'm not that fluent, ya know...
Anyways, I went window shopping to cool off and picked up my pack from the hostel. I made it to the train station only moments before the train pulled away. I slept most of the way and found a hostel when I got to Alicante. I had tried to contact my parent's friends, but it turns out they are one hundred kilometers North of Alicante, (about the distance between Michigan and Texas). They are also leaving soon to go to England, but look forward to seeing me after the New Year. I paid twenty euro to stay in a hostel (yikes! that's like eighty-five US dollars). But I had my own room with only one bed. Not bad. I read for a couple of hours, then fell asleep.
I woke up around eleven on Tuesday. I packed my stuff,
Banyon Tree
Roots hang down from the branches until they touch the ground and become solid support for the tree. tamed my hair as much as humanly possible (it still looked like I had gotten a swirlie and then let it dry), then I went for lunch at Pizza Hut. My stomach hurt afterward, but that didn't stop me from getting to the top of the mountain in the middle of Alicante. There was a castle that overlooked the beaches, the city, and the distant mountain ranges. I stayed up there for almost three hours just sitting on different ledges and staring for long periods at a time.
I thought a lot about Banyon trees. A tropical tree, I had only seen it elsewhere in Hawaii. But they are everywhere in Southern Spain. A Banyon tree is unique in the way it grows. It starts as any tree would, a trunk, branches, green leaves; but as it gains size and stature, roots begin to hang form from the branches. After hanging and growing for quite some time, the roots finally touch the ground and then proceed to sink deeply into the soil, thus feeding life into the tree. This process happens again and again throughout the life of the tree, expanding in every direction and attaching roots as it
Sunset in Alicante
The water reflecting the color of the sky. goes - able to grow larger and more grandiose with each connection. I like to think that I am planting roots as I grow; in diffent places, in different people.
I sat on a wall and watched the sunset before walking back down to the city. On the way, I stopped and asked for directions back to the hostel, two guys from Australia were happy to oblige. I walked for a while, took a few turns, then (almost to my destination) I saw them again! I spoke with Tom and Charles for a while. They were brothers who had just gotten an apartment in Alicante. I told them my plans to meet up with some friends at the central market at eleven and go to an open mic night. They seemed interested and told me they'd see me there.
Later that night, they did not show, unfortunately. I did however meet up with the three girls that I had met in my hostel in Valencia. We went to a place called Jamboree. I had met about five of their friends who seemed to try their hardest to ignore me, not even the three girls sat next to me.
Open Mic Night in Alicante
A couple of Rebecca Loebe wannabes singing covered songs, i could tell the one on the right is just in it for the girls. (Visit the real thing at rebeccaloebe.com and be inspired.) I had showered that day... I couldn't figure it out. Anyhow, I watched the open mic night and enjoyed a beer before dipping out early and going back to the hostel.
The next day I awoke around eleven on Wednesday. I seem to be making the late mornings a habbit. I checked my e-mail and finished reading Brave New World. Around mid-afternoon, I decided to buy another book at 'El Corte Ingles' (the local department store). I found the English section and picked up The Motorcycle Diaries, but at seeing the price of sixteen euro my jaw dropped. I was even more suprised that the idea had even crossed my mind to put it in my jacket pocket and walk out... this was a MOST foreign concept and one I haven't entertained for more than four years. I shuddered at the thought, replaced the book, and BOUGHT a less expensive one. I also bought my usual sandwich ingridients, but this time I broke the bank and bought a bottle of mustard. It's incredible that seven euro can buy eight sandwiches and a two liter bottle of water.
The rest of the day was filled with finding out the
Full Moon in Alicante
Full moon shining down on the castle in the center of Alicante, Spain. five people I will meet in heaven (the first one has blue skin) and eating sandwiches.
On Thursday, I bought my ticket back to Valencia, (from a very polite gentleman this time). I had plans to meet up with Monica and Nick (remember him?) at ten pm at the hostel. He was traveling in from Granada. At least I thought he was until I got an e-mail saying he was not going to Valencia for another few days... I guess there's no reason to be upset, afterall it's 'the way of the traveler.'
On the train back to Valencia, I found out the second and third person you meet when you die and went to the bathroom twice from drinking so much water.
Got in, checked back in to my hostel, and will probably spend my night eating my leftover cereal and figuring out the fourth and fifth person you meet in heaven.
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Aussie Anth
Anthony Castanza
Clepto.
I knew you were a clepto. But I need to start out by saying, long live cocoa krispies! I love them! I would OD on those... That tree is awsome! It reminds me of the ones we say on the jungle tour in mexico. You met some aussies before I did? Doh! Im so excited to go to OZ!! Too bad they stiffed you though. I'm slightly confused about meeting blue people when you die...the smurfs are in heaven? Papa smurf is that you!? Well Keep on bloggin foolio. Ill keep bloggin on Myspace. Oh. PS. Cut you hair =) hahahaha