três, dois, um…

Some people try to catch the occassions, some people don’t. I believe I do. Booked my return ticket for 1 euro, bought another one way for less  than 40, and decided to spend my NYE in Alicante, Spain. For sure, I trusted for the good weather, which to me means sun, breeze, cca. 20 degrees PLUS. For good cuisine, such as paellas, tortillas, fresh seafood, etc… Last, but not least, I hoped that the NYE party will be thrown with a typical Spanish, or Valencian to be strict, character. I imagined laughing and dancing people on the streets of Alicante, drinking cava in enormous quantities and speaking/shouting very loudly. My expectations were met 66%. Definitely, I spent NYE in such a sunny way for the first time in my life and it was an original idea.  I am a winter hater, so this idea was perfect for me. Food? No paella, had to satisfy myself with tortilla server among Turkish food. The only opened resto in the evening belonged to Turkish family, and was particular for serving multiculti dishes. And what’s more, I had an impression that at this place, you could meet all kinds of Alicante’s inhabitants. Arabs, Turqs, Russians, the elderly, whores, man with their NYE-one night lovers, newly fell in love… Everybody calling themselves friendly “cono” (“puss” in Spanish, a popular form among fellas). While the streets in the centre were almost empty. No matter if it was 10 pm or 2 am, I couldn’t see a party-party going on. People (and teenagers) were walking slowly and peacefully in tuxedos or black dresses. No touch of stereotypical “la vida loca”. However, Alicante itself was fascinating with its white clifs, castles, old town, grand bleu Mediterrenean sea and not surprisingly, Algierian accents. Worth visiting, yet not necessarily for a “crazy NYE!”.