To Eat Out or Not

We all needed a week’s holidays in the sun. All of us: even the two who “only” spend their time dozing at school the whole day.

But none of us could bear the thought of sharing our meals with a myriad other guests who’s intellect is reversely proportional to the amount of food they can pile on their plate in one go. Not mentioning the parents of little kids who consider an eating hall to be synonym to a kindergarten playground.

So we went hunting on the net.

And found this gem: a two-bedroom self-catering apartment (including two bathrooms: VEEEERY valuable when sharing a pad with two teenagers) on the Costa Blanca, Spain (average temperature in October 25 degrees C).

Save $$$ on the accomodation and invest in the cozy little restaurants of our choice was the general idea.

Before we discovered the seafood counter at the local supermarket, that is..

You’d be AMAZED by the amount of stuff I managed to cram onto my plate!