Somewhere in Spain - Day 1

Observe the unneeded extra keys on my Spanish keyboard! ç¿ñªº

Flight didn't crash and burn, which is a plus, and I managed to get out of England just before half the country vanished underwater. Flew on Easyjet, which meant we had to have a frantic fistfight to get seats that weren´t situated on the wings. One of the cabin boys clearly fancied me.

First night here houses a violant storm with thunder and enough rain to flood the swimming pool. It also killed the TV reception. I complained.

Other than that, not done much. Took advantage of the free bar which offers a scant selection of one whole brand of lager and coke (and chocolate milk!) and eaten the free food which comes in a buffet-style free-for-all and, as we are English, consists of nothing but chips. Everywhere we go, there are ads designed to attract British custom and this seems to be based around who can deep fat fry the most foodstuffs into solid globs of batter.

Wandered around town for a while. Didn´t take long to find a McDonalds. Found this a little depressing. Was less depressed after Big Mac.

There´s a huge crazy golf thing here that has 54 holes in it, which, frankly, sacred the hell out of me. Was wandering past it at around opening time and enough old people to fill the Titanic walked in. The clacking of zimmer frames will haunt my dreams tonight.

I´m the youngest person on this island by a good thirty years, I swear to god.

Been a very lazy first day. The flight´s seats was built for people under 2 foot tall, so my manly frame did not have a comfy ride and it´s thrown my back out of place. Still, one day in Spain and no angry mob with pitchforks. A new record.