Day 1: Tues 15th July 1997

It was a joyous moment as the taxi arrived, the rain came down.  The journey to Gatwick was uneventful, although Lisa and Jo did manage to achieve a level of hyperactivity unaided by alcohol that I have never witnessed before.  We arrived at the airport, Britain's second largest and one of the worlds busiest only to find everyone else was much more sensible and was home in bed, (after all it was 3.45am).  It turned out the extra hour needed for our paperwork actually only took 2 seconds.  We therefor descended on the food.  After sitting around for 3.5 hours and consuming dodgy baguettes we finally boarded the plane.

Lisa's hyperactivity quickly turned in hyper inactivity, only to be interrupted by puke - some of which went in the bag.  My first flight was basically boring.  I wasn't really scared but I was disappointed to miss out on a tour of the cockpit to a six year old.  The in flight entertainment was provided by the latest BT Friends and Family reunion.

When we finally landed at Reus we thought the journey had at last ended.  We soon discovered however, that to have a nice relaxing holiday you have to first compete in the battle of the suitcases.  Lives were nearly lost but Jo saved a little boy and he lives to fight another day.  Meanwhile my shins were losing out in their bid to stay bruise free.  To make matters worse, there wasn't even a cuddly toy.

To be consistent with the rest of our luck we were the last people to be taken to our apartment.  We therefore, were forced to have a tour of the local receptions of hotels whilst the luckier holiday makers got to actually move in.  When we finally arrived we were pleasantly surprised to find a really nice flat great facilities, (even a washing machine!!).  However, this was short lived as we soon discovered there was a bed short.  This will hopefully be sorted out tomorrow.  After a quick trip to the supermarket we soon settled in, even managing to establish a medicine corner.

We then sampled the local Sangria....................... However, this didn't last long and we decided to go for a paddle on the beach, (or as I called it, a baddle on the peach).  We managed to refrain ourselves from paddling, (or baddling), and instead checked out the local sites.  The bars along the beach looked really cool.  After we decided there was no possible way we could wander around anymore we returned to the flat to continue drinking.  It was during this time we discovered the third bed.  Now we just have the fun of arguing over who sleeps where and when.  After 36 hours of being awake and about 19 hours of fighting off the sleep we have nicely mellowed in the Spanish moonlight......................... And started a new trend of crap lines.