but it turns out, its pretty much exactly like the stereotype. This past weekend, some friends and I rented a car and drove to alicante, four hours south to the mediterranean. It was a wonderful weekend. But when there is a constant parade of boobies, I tend to revert to the state of a seventh grade boy. On saturday, before I knew it, I had spent six and a half hours sitting on the beach, in my bathing suit, with all the sun on me, and no sunscreen. Bad idea. I have been in so much pain for the past couple days, but man was it worth it. What a gorgeous relaxing weekend.
(and I wasnt oggling as horribly as I've made it out to look.)