Bajai Body Camp 14.18: Day 407

Bajai Body Camp 14.18: Day 407
Wake Up In Tarifa Hostel
Wednesday July 18, 2018
Tarifa, Spain
22.28% appreciative

I appreciate this place, but don't necessarily like it. However, I realize this can just be me and my spoiled, privileged experiences.

It was loud outside late into the night. I was plugged into my music but I could still hear the sounds from the square.

The hostel was quiet and my roomies were as well. I think I slept well. I feel I slept well.

Happy to hear from.#1. A nice feeling to wake up to. I miss her.

Today... we find the bus station, get a ticket to Seville, book a hotel room and call it a day! Maybe get some "pasta" walk the beach a little, a bit of training... that afternoon meal, although I'm a bit hungry now. Morning tea. Make a video... and we'll see what else comes up. I have to fill up this day.

BTC over 7k!! What kind of false flag mayhem caused this. I just wonder if it's a run or will profits be taken???

You can hear the smokers in the morning trying to clear their lungs... before their first cigarette. Oy!!

Fifteen pushups done before getting out. I think I'll shower mid-day. Give everyone a chance to get out. Perfect time between check out and check in.

Right! The bus station isn't far, but it's only a stop. No place to buy a ticket. The guy in the cafe was no help, so no business for him. I knew I was being bitched at, even though I didn't understand the words. I bet he gets asked all the time. Such is the cost, so to speak, to have a business inside a bus station.

Anyway, tomorrow 12:25... bus to Seville. Next step book the spot. The following bus is 15:55... just in case. I should not need it.

Very little English spoken down here. This is my immersion program. So far I've had sort of a conversation with the guy who actually answered my question. I think I can pay on the bus... so get cash buddy.

Cuppa tea...

So, of course I come back and Frenchy dick roommate is smoking... on what's called a balcony... but what smokers don't seem to realize is the smoke blows back into the building. So loss of cool points for that guy. Looks like they're leaving today. (Dude's only a dick for smoking in a non-smoking hostel. Doesn't seem like a bad person.)

Okay... all of today's tasks are complete. I know the bus schedule. Booked in Seville... wait til you see this place. It's my luxury week. Although maybe I shouldn't get my hopes up. They have kettles in the rooms.

Broke fast with some jamon y queso, which I ate en la arena en la playa. Basically, I ate it on the beach. It's a hot one!

I executed a short pulling and head and neck workout before leaving the hostel. I got caught by the cleaning lady.

"Pardon! Pardon!"

The sand was hot, but the beach was pretty. The water felt cold at first, but we acclimated quickly. The process took a lot of energy out of me. Stopped into Cafe Manduka for a tea.

I did not miss the flies in Spain, nor did I miss the piles of dog shit all over the place. I think the two are connected.

Chilled. Worked. Went to s pot I wanted to be my favorite cafe. Had a burger. Got busted taking candids. Got bitched out in Spanish (again) paid the bill and left. It brought down my vibe. Ugh, the things I do when I'm bored. I blame the material world.

It did bring down my vibe. Even though I did delete all the pix. I apologized too. The year of personal responsibility. All I could think was... good thing I'm leaving tomorrow. So much for my favorite spot. There's still this weird sense of humor I have about it. And the people's faces... I took them in as a group. They'll forget by sundown... which is happening now at 21:17 as people are just coming off the beach.

It's so hazy I can't see the mountains. But the sun sets behind them, so no water landing. It was a pretty sight despite the haze. I just experienced it.

The plaza outside the hostel was alive again. I fell asleep for a couple of hours. I'm alone in the barracks. Expedia makes this place look short on space. The other rooms are full with people traveling together. I often consider the difference between traveling when younger rather than older. It seems in general, more companions and less money... and as you become older it's the opposite.

Young a poor, a spot like this is perfect. Older and "rich" (or with a family) you want/need something with a bit more space, privacy and security....i.e. a safe in the room, ( an item I've never used, but some people like.)

On that note... Goodnight.