SOL: Mini Milestones, Long-Ass Lunches & Sex On The Beach

Sant Pol Beach

One of the many perks of long-term travel is the constant ability to marvel at different cultures and ever-changing traditions. I thought I was prepared to assimilate with European life again, but even after spending an extended period in France, I was not ready to experience Spain.

Mini Milestones

The host-mom I’m living with is in insane shape, so when she heard that I enjoy jogging she was ecstatic to have a jogging partner which is how I found myself waking up at 7:30AM on a Saturday to accompany her on a casual 13KM run down the coast. I would be more bitter about the situation if I hadn’t broken through several personal bests and if the scenery wasn’t so unbelievably amazing. In Sant Pol we are situated approximately 30 minutes from Costa Brava, so while the locals are indifferent about their beaches I am perpetually in awe. There is a path that runs all the way down the coast right to Barcelona, so we were able to follow a coastal path from outside our door to four towns over. I was fairly certain I was going to keel over on the way back, but my stubbornness overcame any fatigue and I made it back in one piece. The mild weather, occasional incline and sea air make running here a luxury, not a chore.

Long-Ass Lunches

My hosts are incredibly thrown by my eating habits. To them, eating lunch at 12:30PM is ludicrous and to eat dinner at 6PM is laughable. I encounter this problem quite frequently with Europeans, but seriously, eating dinner at 9PM and sleeping a few hours later as I digest holds zero appeal. As it is, I am comprising on certain factors, i.e. I will have an hour-long lunch break at 2PM, but I will be eating dinner by 7:30PM. Small victories, but my eating is still all over the place and until I become acclimatized to a new routine I will struggle to maintain balance. Meal prep is also non-existent here, as many families choose to buy their ingredients fresh daily and cook only enough for one meal. Amazingly, given the small size of Sant Pol, there is a health food store that stocks almond milk, chia, raw oats and quinoa, so even with its hard-earned meat-eating title Spain is welcoming to yuppie hippie vegetarians.

Sex On The Beach

Now for the culture-clash finale: nudist beaches. I’ve noticed Spaniards are even more sexually liberated than their French neighbours (I didn’t think it was possible) so I’ve been seeing a lot of penis à la plage lately. It’s still odd for me to see full nudity flaunted so casually, and while I may go to a nudist beach, I’ll still be the loser sitting “fully clothed” in my bikini. As the weather today was sunny, minimally windy and generally gorgeous, I went to the beach for an hour before dinner. I was in my beach chair reading Hemingway like the pseudo-intellectual that I am when in my peripheral vision I see male genitalia arriving increasingly close to my face. Lo and behold, I turn around and find myself staring down the barrel of a stranger’s urethra. Correction – his name is Eric and he has perched his naked self in the sand next to me while massaging my shoulders and explaining in broken English that he is a chiropractor. Perdón? After shooing away Eric, I decide I must be sending out too much of a vibe being a female alone on a beach (which is utterly ridiculous) so I start to pack up and pull on my clothes. Midway through shoving a sand-covered foot in pants, I see another Vienna sausage making its way towards me. After asking me the time, (“No hablo espanol, but it’s 5PM.”) he looks me up and down and says, “You want to fuck? Make intersexuals on the beach?” Somehow through my fog of disbelief I managed to sputter out, “No thank you,” but all I have to say is, porqué? Needless to say I hauled ass out of there and resolved to find a fully clothed beach dwelling for the future.

I’m marveling at that fact that I’ve only been here a week and a half because it feels like a lifetime. There are a lot of potential milestones that will occur in the next few weeks, and I’m excited for these new experiences… Even the creepy phallic ones.

Safe travels,
AS

3 thoughts on “SOL: Mini Milestones, Long-Ass Lunches & Sex On The Beach

  1. ahaahaahaa! That is too funny! You are the only one I know that could have this beach experience!😄
    And 13km?? In one day?? Holy holy girl! I went for a 45 min WALK this afternoon and felt I’d accomplished something!
    XO

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