You Know You Are the Worlds Luckiest Person, When You Get To Live Next To This. (See Below)

Sometimes the pretty-pony should not be released out into the wild (public) to make her own decisions, especially when the decision of going to the bathroom results in having to wait for two hours to get the next bus. We woke up this morning, after another good nights sleep and decided that going to the grocery to get breakfast was a much better idea than eating the "included" wrapper packed deal. With a large box of Smacks and a plate of apples in hand we headed down to the beach to get some coffee. Ordering coffee lead to ordering croissants, which lead to eating Smacks at the table while eating croissants and drinking coffee. The Pretty Pony finally arrived and we all hoped in a cab to Estepona. I wasn't really sure what to expect of Estepona because three days ago I thought we were staying in Malaga only to find out that we were staying in Marbella and then Estepona. Now I am not saying that the hostels that I have been staying at our gross or disgusting or unliveable (they have all been quite nice, even the trailer park) but when you are used to arriving at hostel up some alley way where the gift shop is a vending machine and your bathroom is open to the public, and you arrive at a Marriot with a security guard and gate with fountains and palm trees your world turns upside down and you butterflies in your stomach and ants in your pants and you think to yourself what a wonderful world. It was really like we had all been cut off from civilization for months and we had just stepped off the boat and elevators, a front lobby with sofa's and shiny marble, and free orange juice with ice where gold. We hit jackpot for sure. With Oo's and Ahh's flying out of our mouths we headed to our apartment. When we thought the front lobby was spectacular, we had no clue how good it could get. And it got good. You forget how much you appreciate the little things when they aren't around. A dishwasher (say goodbye to Gorilla hands and sponges) a microwave (say hello to popcorn) a coffee maker (say goodbye to espresso) a tea pot that plugs into the wall that heats up water, not just one but three TVs, a feather bed, two bath tubs, a double headed shower and best of all a WASHER AND A DRYER! See above. We received a welcome packet and a free bottle of nice wine. We were known to the hotel as the Johnson Family. Momma Isenberg was worried that because I am under the age of the 2 and the 1, that they wouldn't let me check in. It was a smart idea but putting the Gorilla in charge is not always so smart. After taking a tour of apartment, Peggy, the head of Marriot timeshare department, then called down and invited us, the Johnson Family, for a meet and greet. When I answered the phone she told me that I could bring my spouse down with me but I had to inform Peggy that it was me and three of my friends. Right after Peggy called, I received another call from the front desk informing me that I had a visitors wanting to talk to me. Visitors so soon! Sure enough, Lime, Joj, and Karp were able to make their way down and they were waiting in the lobby. The Gorilla and Pretty Pony headed to the grocery store to grab some grub for lunch and the rest of us wandered down to the beach to bathe in the rays. It was surprisingly much warmer than I expected and sun screen was imperative. Unfortunately, the only sun screen we could find was a 25 euro bottle in the gift shop, but we reasoned that 25 euros now is much better than skin cancer later. (such smart girls are we) We toasted and roasted in the sun all day. They had three out door pools but they were all freezing (aka not heated) but who needs a pool when you have the ocean. However, I think I lost the tip of my foot when it touched the water. It didn't take us long to figure out that most of the people staying the hotel were any where from 20 to 40 years older than us. Thats why I am the worlds luckiest person and I secretly love old people, just not topless ones. Yes there was a separate part for topless only. Around 5, it started to get a little cold (this is a typical feeling when the sun goes down), so we all headed up, showered up, cleaned up and got ready for dinner-up. We made our way into the port for dinner, 5 minute cab up the coast. It would probably seem like a bad idea to most people to head to an Italian restaurant in Spain when one is studying Italy and one eats Italian food everyday, however Peggy gave us a recommendation of a place to eat and we couldn't resist a recommendation from Peggy. I know that by the end of this trip Peggy and I are going to be best friends. I mean come on her name is Peggy. We went a restaurant called Picasso (Picasso was born in Malaga, Spain) What seemed like a bad idea (that being going to the Italian restaurant) was actually the best idea ever. We ordered greek salad, bbq pizza (like the kind at CPK), a cheese and veggie. Our original plan was to all get dinner together and then all go out together but every party has a pooper and thats why we invited the Pony, the Gorilla and Karp (party poopers!) Monica, Lime and I were brave souls and decided to check out the nightlife in Estepona, Spain. It took us just about the same amount of time to observe the age range at the hotel as it did for us to realize that we were also dealing with a different generation of clubers, dancers, and bar-ers. We asked our waiters were to go out, and they recommended this strip of bars just behind the restaurant. Ironically we ran into our waiters later in the evening and they kept buying us drinks. We were quite the bar hoppers, if we didn't like a song in one place, we would walk next door and check it out. My favorite bar was this little Irish pub filled with an older generation of people dancing to the classics (some like to call them the oldies). We did some finger snappin, some twisting and shouting and we even belted a little brown-eyed girl. I felt like we were at Bar-Mitzvah in an Irish pub. Monica obviously got into the dancing. She is just so good and I look like a fool next her. Well actually, at point in the evening my dancing was actually better than hers. All of the sudden (in the Irish pub) this older man, 50 years of age if I had to guess, started to dance with all of us, but then out of no where he must of thought the song got really exciting because he just started jumping and flopping his arms in the air. He was a machine! So naturally, Monica decided that in order to dance with him she needed to do the same thing. Lime and I backed off at this point. It looked like they were doing an ancient rain dance. Arms were flying, legs were jumping. It was quite the sight to see. I still can't figure out how the man didn't pass out because Monica was about to break a sweat, and he continued to dance like this even after Monica stopped. I forgot to mention the best part of the story, the man was wearing really dark designer sunglasses, so you couldn't see his eyes. It was all fun and games until a table or a chest (we couldn't figure it out) fell from the second floor onto a table of glasses. Luckily no one was hurt but thats when decided it was probably a good idea to leave. Around 2, we made our way back home exhausted from a superb day.