What a load of **** right? I've watched enough romantic comedies in my life to know that that's the romanticized version of love that has been instilled in our minds for centuries. The ever tragic tale of Romeo and Juliet, the seemingly endless works of Nicholas Sparks, or any of the countless works involving vampires in which the dreamy vampire risks everything they have to be with slightly broken mortals. Due to the fact that almost every character in the above mentioned works have some emotional illness, old skeletons, or have to fulfill a past blood feud that the other character will ultimately blow out of proportion and cause a relationship speed bump that could ultimately lead to multiple deaths. Might I mention at this point that I'm ecstatic that I don't have a "fairy tale, romantic" relationship. In other words, my relationship is wonderful.
Sure we have different lifestyles, hobbies, and interests, but I wouldn't want to date myself (the only issue that I have is that she doesn't read minds). She even lets me go on "dates"...with other guys that is. It only took me two paragraphs to make the transition to the main topic of this post, my English teacher would be proud. Actually, due to my recent discovery that I do not know English grammar or how to spell or how to read at a proficient level, my English teachers would be quite unhappy. If any of you ever come across this, I'm sorry. Anyways, back to the date.
It was about the 6th day of our 19 day journey. Liz and I were scheduled for a massage in the morning. Typical spa day: jacuzzi with sparkling wine and cake, sea foam scrub, and full body massage (Hawaiian origin I believe). We got done, I was feeling great, made some food and texted my buddy Tony to see if he wanted to go rock climbing. After begging and pleading with Liz to see if she wanted to go she said "We don't have to spend every waking second together, it's OK". My heart leapt at this point. I can't believe it, a normal, wonderful girl and she likes me. What more could I guy ask for? So Tony and I set off on our "man date". 
Guys have to be guys, plain and simple. We set off on our trip with cameras, our bags, and candy. The only thing that we neglected to bring on our hike was liquids. We hiked the the northwest of the island by the red tower. It was a wonderfully carved trail leading out towards a great vantage point of the island and a great place to enjoy the sunset. About 5 minutes into the hike, we started to deviate from the trail. I mean come on, were men, we don't need a trail. We started downhill towards the water. Once we hit the bottom, we headed towards the point. It was one of those hikes that every 5 steps produced better and more breathtaking pictures. Not to mention it provided us with multiple obstacles to conquer and prove our physical strength. We made it to the point and watched the sunset on our wonderfully relaxing vacation.
As you might have guessed by the video, once the sun went down, it got dark. This is a typical part of a man planned adventure. The typical part being not planning our route home. So we set off quickly. Tony was particularly in a hurry because he took the route through the tall grass, which might or might not have contained snakes. By the time Tony mentioned this to me we were running up the hill. And then we heard two noises that sounded like gunshots. Running a bit faster now. We got to the top and were able to relax. We were going to continue to the normal path, but I thought I would take a "shortcut" that I had never heard of or known of, but it seamed like a good idea at the time. The usual. 
Spanish for beginners:
Café con leche--coffee with milk
Agua--water
Coca Cola--Coca Cola
Vino tinto--Red wine
Colacao (co-low-cow)--hot chocolate
Advanced Spanish:
No me des la lata--quit bothering/pestering me
Basque:
Barkatu (Bar ka too)--Excuse me (command)
British English:
Ladybird--Ladybug
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