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It's 1 am. We got back from Alicante about two hours ago. Longest. Drive. Ever.

I underestimated the beaches in Spain. It was gorgeous. The water was so blue and SOOO much clearer than Gulf water. I think the Lord knew I needed a peaceful day. He blessed us with beautiful weather and nice people around us. Unfortunately, the ladies do like to go topless. A lot. From ages 0- 60. All weights. All shapes. All disgusting. We did not partake in the ta-ta party.

Laying in the sand with the sun above me, a slight breeze blowing to cool me down, and people speaking Spanish all around me made for a pretty wonderful day. Plus, the hotel packed bocadillos for us: one tuna and one ham and cheese. Their bread was fantastic and the sandwiches were good until the wind picked up and literally created sandwiches for us.

But seriously, who forgot to pray for no sunburn? It happened. The whole backs of both my legs, splotches on the fronts, and part of my back. It's not the worst I've ever had and thank goodness it wasn't the top part of me. Our bridesmaid dresses for AM's wedding are floor length, so I won't have to worry about evening the legs out.

We stopped at a rest stop in the way back to Madrid (home). It was quite literally the nastiest rest stop ever. Seriously, the places we stop at in Honduras are nicer and cleaner than this place (insert missing Honduras and my children here). But, everyone was watching Spain tie Italy in the EURO 2012 game so that was highly entertaining. Spaniards are hilarious when watching soccer. I'm quickly learning how to cuss in Spanish, but don't worry I'm not saying any of the words!

I know I'm forgetting something, but my brain can't function right now. There's probably pesky sand stuck in there.