John's writing sure is entertaining to read. For those of you who don't quite understand everything Johnny boy posted, I'll do my best to fill you in.
The last time we posted a long blog we had just arrived back from Nerja, and had met back up with Amy in Platja d'Aro. Our original plan was to hang with Amygirl for the weekend, then take off monday for Croatia, or possibly France. After doing a little research, we realized that in order to use the train to get there from Barcelona, it would take about four transfers and almost two full days of travel. We weren't too excited about that, and in addition, John was pretty wiped out from the traveling (i.e. walking, sightseeing, dancing every night, and getting almost zero sleep). I had to do a little digging into what John wanted to do for the following week(getting information out of John can be like trying to squeeze water out of a rock). Sample dialouge:
"Hey John, what do you want to do this week?"
"Uhhh, what?"
"Hey John, what do you feel like doing this week? Do you want to travel somewhere?"
"Uhhh, I don't know."
"Talk to me brother. What do you want to do?"
"Uhhh, what?"
Eventually we decided that we want to take it easy in Platja d'Aro. We played a lot of volleyball with people from all over Europe, took a windsurfing lesson, layed out at the beach, and ate a lot of food. John also perfected the afternoon nap. (He is taking his second afternoon nap of the day as I am writing this) I of course spent a lot of time with Amy.
After the week on the beach, Amy said goodbye to her family, and the three of us headed off to San Sebatian. John mentioned that we picked up a third traveler, but we decided that the name Los Dos Bros should stick. Amy didn't mind. Right from day one, Amy did not bring us good luck. It certainly was not all her fault, but her family took a long time to say goodbye, and we ended up leaving a couple hours after we wanted to. When we arrived at the train station in Barcelona with all of luggage (I was drenched in sweat at this point because I was carrying two big suitcases and a backpack), we discovered that the workers for the train we had meant to catch were on strike. The lady explained to us that there was indeed a train leaving for San Sebastian in an hour, and there was plenty of seats available, but there was no way for us to purchase our tickets. We would need to catch a train to the other train station on the other end of Barcelona, buy our ticket there, and then catch the same train back to the original train station to catch the train. This was obviously impossible to do in only an hour, and that was the last train to San Sebastian for the day. We decided we would head back to the bus station (with all of Amy's bags) and try to catch an eight hour bus to San Sebastian instead. We missed the last bus there too and were suddenly out of options. We called the hostel in San Sebatian to let them now we would not be staying there Sunday night, and began to look for a hostel in Barcelona to spend the night. This is where it gets fun. We caught another metro back to the city center where we began looking for internet to reserve a hostel for the night. When we finally found a bar with WiFi, we discoverd that it was nearly impossible to find an available hostel.... (to be continued)
Friday, August 20, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
sorry we haven´t posted in a while: for one it is deffinately going to be hard to compete with that last series of posts (pretty exciting stuff right), and dos we are running out of travel juice.
But we should probably fill you in a little bit. lets see were did we leave off- playa de aro´
so since then we picked third bros/sister/fiance´ (not sure that thats how you spell that but whatever: onward we go) we left playa de aro´--- which by the way, isn´t in spain- this is according to some of its inhabbitants who straightened me out and told me that i was actually in catallunia. They also told me that i look like i´m from california and that i must love Katie Perry. which is pretty steriotypical- however, not very far off from the truth. lets face it- its hard not to like Katie Perry ;), and Oregon is muy cerca de California.
alrighty then, so we took off for san sebatian- another beach city in northern spain but this one is touching the atlantic instead of the med sea. First thought is, oh sweet that means waves we can go surfing- wrong, after being here for three days we have not surfed yet... this is due to the fact that the waves are kinda sucky and when they are actually ok they are way to many people surfing- hundreds of people trying to catch the same wave... not to mention that every single surf board has been rented out. so i´m think surfing is a no go. anyways we have just be play lots of beach volleyball and chill out out the beach, and tonight we are going out on a friend of our ausy flatmait named Johnny´s boat to watch the fireworks over they water... should be sick.
later
But we should probably fill you in a little bit. lets see were did we leave off- playa de aro´
so since then we picked third bros/sister/fiance´ (not sure that thats how you spell that but whatever: onward we go) we left playa de aro´--- which by the way, isn´t in spain- this is according to some of its inhabbitants who straightened me out and told me that i was actually in catallunia. They also told me that i look like i´m from california and that i must love Katie Perry. which is pretty steriotypical- however, not very far off from the truth. lets face it- its hard not to like Katie Perry ;), and Oregon is muy cerca de California.
alrighty then, so we took off for san sebatian- another beach city in northern spain but this one is touching the atlantic instead of the med sea. First thought is, oh sweet that means waves we can go surfing- wrong, after being here for three days we have not surfed yet... this is due to the fact that the waves are kinda sucky and when they are actually ok they are way to many people surfing- hundreds of people trying to catch the same wave... not to mention that every single surf board has been rented out. so i´m think surfing is a no go. anyways we have just be play lots of beach volleyball and chill out out the beach, and tonight we are going out on a friend of our ausy flatmait named Johnny´s boat to watch the fireworks over they water... should be sick.
later
Thursday, August 12, 2010
A Few Photos
On a knee...
The happy couple
Enjoying the moment...
She looks happy right? She wasn't able to talk much for a while...
A close-up of the ring...
Still celebrating...
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
****correction***
Apparently I miss-quoted Amy in my last post, so i guess that I have to fix it :P
instead of
"....my life"
it was actually
"..... my entire life"
-so sorry about that.. i guess that extra emphasis makes all the difference.
instead of
"....my life"
it was actually
"..... my entire life"
-so sorry about that.. i guess that extra emphasis makes all the difference.
Monday, August 9, 2010
While I was sleeping
So nerja kinda wiped me out; a lack of sleep drove me to exesive sleep debt recovery. It was awesome- i slept for the better part of the day was disturbed a little bit during the night, but after that coasted all the way threw till the morning. Amy had this day off, and me being totally incompacitated was probably a good thing for the two love birds.
Anyways, I was doing some serious REMing when i was awoke at one in the morning to amy and jordan entering my room. both of the faces were pretty happy looking... i sorta knew what went down that night- and amy holds out here hand and says look at my hand. there was a ginormous diamond on it.. apparently she said yes. kinda smiling/joking i ask her are you sure you made the right decision.
Amy- "I have never been so sure of anything in my life"
apparently the night went well, but you guys should ask jordan and amy if you want to know the deets.
Nerja (Ner-Haaa!) and Paellas!
After the long trek into town, Nerja ended up being a pretty great little town. (Thanks Knowles for the reccomendation!) Great little beaches, fun downtown, busy night life, and the most amazing Paellas. John and I had Paellas for lunch four times in three days. Paellas are a Spanish dish normally consiting of rice fried in olive oil, filled with seafood other meats. There are a few different varieties of this dish, but in Nerja, we found a place called Ayo´s. When I say found, I actually mean followed the strong reccomen
dation of Rick Steeve´s Guide to Spain. Ayo´s is a cool little outdoor restaurant right on the beach. There are about a hundred tables that surround an outdoor fire pit where the cherfs fire up an open fire pit and roast mass quantities of rice, spices, chicken and vegetables in a huge, probably six foot in diameter frying pan. At the same time nearby, they are grilling up fresh giant prawns, little clams, and some kind of mediterranean baby lobsters. They present them all together on a huge serving dish, and for six Euros, you can fill your plate as many times as you want. John filled his plate about many, many, many times while we were in Nerja. :) John and I have been craving Ayo´s Paellas ever since, and have only half-jokingly been considering taking the six hour train ride there for one more go at the all-you-can-eat seafood and rice on the beach before we leave Spain. 
While we weren´t at Ayo´s gorging ourselves, we spent our time lounging at the beach, walking around town and spending quality brother time together. John spent a ton of time partying with the ladies around town as well. He hung with an all-girls British folk band, Salsa danced with a pair of Italian hotties, and brought back a couple girls to our apartment roof that he did not know the names of. He went on to fall asleep in his lawn chair while they were still up on the roof. I saw the three of them go up, and only the two girls come back down at about 6 in the morning. I´m not sure what they were doing up there, but I was worried that they had killed Johnny boy and left him up there. Ha ha. I guess Nerja and I had worn him out.
After a long day of playing beach volleyball and walking around town in the sun, and partying all night, I was not surprised that Johnny passed out mid-talk. I woke him up an hour later, because we had signed up for a day trip to Gibralter (the UK owned pininsula at the very bottom of spain. It is famous for a giant rock, and the monkeys that live on top. I´ll have to tell you all the awful day that followed, but for the sake of the blog, I will only mention that we hiked, played with monkeys, and rode on a bus for 8 hours. It was not a great day, and John was awake for basically 48 straight hours. He took a short nap that night, and proceeded to head back out for a night on the town. He wasn´t responding to me for the next couple days. After we booked it back up north, he slept for a day and a half straight. :)
dation of Rick Steeve´s Guide to Spain. Ayo´s is a cool little outdoor restaurant right on the beach. There are about a hundred tables that surround an outdoor fire pit where the cherfs fire up an open fire pit and roast mass quantities of rice, spices, chicken and vegetables in a huge, probably six foot in diameter frying pan. At the same time nearby, they are grilling up fresh giant prawns, little clams, and some kind of mediterranean baby lobsters. They present them all together on a huge serving dish, and for six Euros, you can fill your plate as many times as you want. John filled his plate about many, many, many times while we were in Nerja. :) John and I have been craving Ayo´s Paellas ever since, and have only half-jokingly been considering taking the six hour train ride there for one more go at the all-you-can-eat seafood and rice on the beach before we leave Spain. 
While we weren´t at Ayo´s gorging ourselves, we spent our time lounging at the beach, walking around town and spending quality brother time together. John spent a ton of time partying with the ladies around town as well. He hung with an all-girls British folk band, Salsa danced with a pair of Italian hotties, and brought back a couple girls to our apartment roof that he did not know the names of. He went on to fall asleep in his lawn chair while they were still up on the roof. I saw the three of them go up, and only the two girls come back down at about 6 in the morning. I´m not sure what they were doing up there, but I was worried that they had killed Johnny boy and left him up there. Ha ha. I guess Nerja and I had worn him out.The Day Spain Tried to kill Johnny
(I may have assisted)
After a long day of playing beach volleyball and walking around town in the sun, and partying all night, I was not surprised that Johnny passed out mid-talk. I woke him up an hour later, because we had signed up for a day trip to Gibralter (the UK owned pininsula at the very bottom of spain. It is famous for a giant rock, and the monkeys that live on top. I´ll have to tell you all the awful day that followed, but for the sake of the blog, I will only mention that we hiked, played with monkeys, and rode on a bus for 8 hours. It was not a great day, and John was awake for basically 48 straight hours. He took a short nap that night, and proceeded to head back out for a night on the town. He wasn´t responding to me for the next couple days. After we booked it back up north, he slept for a day and a half straight. :)
A couple of nice asses, don´t you think?
Saturday, August 7, 2010
spannish time
I´m sick and freaking tired of going to places and them being closed 10 am seems like the universal time of openingization.. nothing was open. what he heck. we are sitting outside the "closed " turist information center with hours from 9-3am and 5-9pm however, since it is in fact 10 am where is everyone. siestas shouldn´t take four hours... its bull!!!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
A bike tour, two train rides, and 25k hike...
John and I are starting to get a taste of what backpacking around Europe is all about. You get some pleasant surprises, and some brutal detours.
-mostly jordans fault!
Sometimes the hostel situation is great, and other times you share a room with 9 Norwegian girls who never quite seem to be out of the bathroom. Overall we really enjoyed our time in Barcelona. However, it seemed like we were lost a lot of the time, and when we finally figured out the public transportation and the layout of the city, it was time go.
We went on a really cool bike tour of the city on Sunday. Our guide was Budda, a Aussie surfer dude, with shoulder length dreadlocks. He was entertaining and seemed to really now his history.
- he also new some interesting laws. (i.e. it is illegal to wear your bathing suit in the city, however, it is perfectly fine to be balls out nude. I've been scarred by a man on the subway excising this right.)
Budda showed all the cool buildings and parks around the center of the city. My favorites were the Sagrad Familia (the craziest, most creative looking church I have ever seen). It has been undercronstuction for a hundred years and is estimated to be completed in another 25.
- its a freaking mix of the bible and star wars; stone cuts of jesus and a shit load of storm troopers.
I also loved the main park downtown. It had a huge two-tierd pond with mythical creatures spouting water scattered everywhere. Very cool. We met up with Amy on her way back from Sicily on Sunday night, and shared the subway for about 10 minutes while she headed north for work, and John and I headed south for the beaches of the costa del sol.
Here are a few of John and my opinion's of Barcelona:
Thumbs UP: ----------------------------------------------------Thumbs DOWN:
Wigged-out churches and psychadelic parks --------------------The wigged-out smell
Nude beaches (theoretically)------------------------------------The actual bodies of the nudists
Cheap public transportation ------------------------------------Missing your stop
Flying through the city on bikes --------------------------------Almost dying
Seeing Amy ---------------------------------------------...for only 2 hours and getting no sleep
Sweet volleyball courts -----------------------------------------Never actually getting to play
Night clubs ----------------------------------------------------12 Euro drinks and house music
Co-ed Dorm rooms ---------------------------------------------Zero bathroom time
Siestas -------------------------------------------------------Waking up at 800 every morning
Fun on the beach ----------------------------------------------Dudes in Speedos
We hopped on the train to Malaga yesterday morning with a connection in Madrid. We rode first class for part of the way so we didn't have to wait at the train station as long.
- first class: awesome!
We took a cheap bus from Malaga to our destination, however, we hopped off a little too soon. Only two bus-stops, but it turned out to be just over 25 km. We walked for almost 2 hours in 90 degree heat, up hill most of the way.
- no comment >:(
John is pretty pissed off here after I made him walk for 2 hours up hill in the Andalusian sun.
Yeah, yeah. My bad. I think it just made us appreciate Nerja all that much more when we got there.
- it didn't
Anyways, Nerja has been great so far. Not nearly as crowded of beaches, beautiful coast-line, and we found a place that serves all you can eat Paellas (a Spanish dish of fried rice with prawns, chicken, and clams). Very tasty. John had three plates. Right now we are planning the rest of our week. We are hoping to visit Gibraltar, and possibly Morocco. Wish us luck. We hear it's a little rough down there. We'll hit you all back up soon. Thanks for reading our blog. We love you.
Don't be afraid to comment on our posts. We would love to hear from you all.
-mostly jordans fault!
Sometimes the hostel situation is great, and other times you share a room with 9 Norwegian girls who never quite seem to be out of the bathroom. Overall we really enjoyed our time in Barcelona. However, it seemed like we were lost a lot of the time, and when we finally figured out the public transportation and the layout of the city, it was time go.
We went on a really cool bike tour of the city on Sunday. Our guide was Budda, a Aussie surfer dude, with shoulder length dreadlocks. He was entertaining and seemed to really now his history.
- he also new some interesting laws. (i.e. it is illegal to wear your bathing suit in the city, however, it is perfectly fine to be balls out nude. I've been scarred by a man on the subway excising this right.)
Budda showed all the cool buildings and parks around the center of the city. My favorites were the Sagrad Familia (the craziest, most creative looking church I have ever seen). It has been undercronstuction for a hundred years and is estimated to be completed in another 25.
- its a freaking mix of the bible and star wars; stone cuts of jesus and a shit load of storm troopers.
I also loved the main park downtown. It had a huge two-tierd pond with mythical creatures spouting water scattered everywhere. Very cool. We met up with Amy on her way back from Sicily on Sunday night, and shared the subway for about 10 minutes while she headed north for work, and John and I headed south for the beaches of the costa del sol.
Here are a few of John and my opinion's of Barcelona:
Thumbs UP: ----------------------------------------------------Thumbs DOWN:
Wigged-out churches and psychadelic parks --------------------The wigged-out smell
Nude beaches (theoretically)------------------------------------The actual bodies of the nudists
Cheap public transportation ------------------------------------Missing your stop
Flying through the city on bikes --------------------------------Almost dying
Seeing Amy ---------------------------------------------...for only 2 hours and getting no sleep
Sweet volleyball courts -----------------------------------------Never actually getting to play
Night clubs ----------------------------------------------------12 Euro drinks and house music
Co-ed Dorm rooms ---------------------------------------------Zero bathroom time
Siestas -------------------------------------------------------Waking up at 800 every morning
Fun on the beach ----------------------------------------------Dudes in Speedos
We hopped on the train to Malaga yesterday morning with a connection in Madrid. We rode first class for part of the way so we didn't have to wait at the train station as long.
- first class: awesome!
We took a cheap bus from Malaga to our destination, however, we hopped off a little too soon. Only two bus-stops, but it turned out to be just over 25 km. We walked for almost 2 hours in 90 degree heat, up hill most of the way.
- no comment >:(
John is pretty pissed off here after I made him walk for 2 hours up hill in the Andalusian sun.Yeah, yeah. My bad. I think it just made us appreciate Nerja all that much more when we got there.
- it didn't
Anyways, Nerja has been great so far. Not nearly as crowded of beaches, beautiful coast-line, and we found a place that serves all you can eat Paellas (a Spanish dish of fried rice with prawns, chicken, and clams). Very tasty. John had three plates. Right now we are planning the rest of our week. We are hoping to visit Gibraltar, and possibly Morocco. Wish us luck. We hear it's a little rough down there. We'll hit you all back up soon. Thanks for reading our blog. We love you.
Don't be afraid to comment on our posts. We would love to hear from you all.
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