Medeterranian in the Winter?

Today's adventure has to be one of my favorite so far. I awoke approximately at 12:00 this afternoon and met up with my crew (we roll deep here) to leave for the playa (beach) today around 12:30. Plans change here frequently and it changed to leaving at 2:45 sharp (so we could have lunch at the cafeteria for free). We were given directions to hop on a tram that led us directly to the beach. We were punctual to the destination. My first order of business. Off with the shirt, off with the pants (relax I have on a swim suit under my jeans), toss the shoes aside and set out a towel. My new compadre Ryan has beat me to the sand and immediately runs for the water. Although I think he's an idiot it looks enticing. I join hands with him (shut up they held hands in lord of the rings and people think that movie rules.) and we skip (you've got me here) and run as fast as we possibly can to the water. Everyone is wearing winter coats and scarves here, and I run for the water. Bear Grylls has nothing on me any more.

I also learned something new. Gargoyling. Find any sort of perch and camp out like a Gargoyle. I found a lifeguard stand. Gargoyled it. Found a fountain that shoots water that looks like a boat. Gargoyled it. Tram station. Same story.

Our last adventure tonight was getting Paella, an extremely famous Spanish food. On the "boardwalk" of Spain we find a cozy restaurant and are told that the food will arrive 45 minutes from when we order it. 2 and a half hours slip by (we talked about leaving multiple times) and we are finally served. 11 people are with us and it looks like we barely put a dent in it. Needless to say we got boxes and shared the wealth with the rest of our program. All in all I would say today was a successful day. It ended with an exhausting wait at the tram station (the food situation was more than exhausting after a beach trip). We all purchase our tickets as a train approaches and we hold the doors open to keep it from leaving. Well we did just that. The "conductor" walks back as we had already boarded and yells at us to get off because we held up the tram. I was told that in Spain they wait on everything. The Tram station didn't get that memo. We had to wait for the next one. The next conductor was much nicer.

Here are some pics of the day, including one Gargoyling with Ryan.