And We're Off

The bags are packed, we're ready to go. But we're taking a train...

I had a close call today when the guy who was repairing my bikini top said, "It's only 11.00 - I said come by at 19.00."

"Noooo..." I replied, knowing that I never would have agreed to that (my train's at 20.00, and I have to stop by a friend's beforehand).

"Well, hm...how about 18.00?" He asked, cheerily.

"No. I'm going on vacation tonight, and I need my swimsuit top (which he kept referring to as a bra, I might add)," I said, obviously looking a bit nervous.

"Ok, come back at 16.00."

So I came back at 16.00 and he says, "Oh, hello. Mademoiselle, I swear to you, I just went out and bought the clasp. I'll work on it right now. Please come back in a half an hour."

I was rather annoyed. I mean, he was being very nice and kept apologizing, but still. What if I hadn't come back right at 16.00? What if I had come back at 17.00, and the same story happened? Does he even know how hard it was for me to find that frickin' bikini? Hours in the store. Hours and hours and hours.

Well, in the end I got it. Only to realize that my sarong is missing. Hrmph.

Anyway. I'll be updating from the road whenver I get near a machine. Hopefully with photos. We're such a dorky couple that I am assuming that should be semi-regularly. I mean, we'll be gone for a whole month. You can't do strictly touristy things for a whole month. You gotta have some feeling of accomplishment. Right?

Although, really, sipping sangria on a cafe terrace in Spain may just be my idea of heaven. So we'll see how easily I manage to tear myself away.