American Fail

May 4, 2013-

Today the one thing on our mind was the free pancakes the hostel was going to make us for breakfast and the beach.

Slowly everyone woke up and got ready. We went in to the main room to find American pancakes and Nutella. The only thing that could have made it better was syrup! Pancakes aren't American unless you have syrup: FAIL.

After we were done stuffing our faces with pancakes we walked to the train station that took us to the beach. However, of course, we went to the wrong train station. That set us back about an hour or so, but eventually we found our way back and on to the other train station. 

We bought our tickets and got on the train to take to the beach. Yes, we did get on the right train. The train ride took us about 45 minutes, but alas, we were greeted with a beautiful beach, the sun shining so bright, and the sand beneath our feet. Laying in the sun was something I had missed for so long. It was so hot and I was excited to potentially be able to get a tan.

For dinner our hostel was having a BBQ (for free too) but Cyd's sister wanted to meet us and they were having a bbq at their hostel, which was nicer, so we decided to go to theirs. The bbq was on the roof of the hostel overlooking the ocean and the smell of the bbq was pure heaven. They served meat (the best meat I've had since I've been in Europe), pasta, tomato salad, bread, regular salad, beans, and unlimited sangria. I'm sure you can imagine how many helpings of everything we had.

Music was playing and people were dancing, I kind of felt like I was at a summer wedding, but not. After dinner we went to a hip bar down the street for drinks. The bar had many different types of rooms with different decorations and the ambiance was cool. It was a good night hanging out with Cyd's sister and her new husband.