We've been in Alicante since Sunday night, and so far things have been muy interesante. Our room is nice, but is approximately the size of the cupboard under the stairs in Harry Potter. Our first night was hot, but we were so tired that we didn't mind having to leave the window open. Until we felt little creepy crawlies on us at night and had to throw them off..
But, hey we're in Spain, at a gorgeous beach - we're not going to let a few bugs ruin our fun. And then, we saw it... Actually correction: Whitney saw it - because if I had, we would not still be here today. Some call it a beetle, some think it is a type of caterpillar. The Spanish call it a "cucaracha". Whatever you may call it, one thing is internationally accepted, it gives people the heebie jeebies. A nice, big 'ole juicy cockroach.
As it scuttled into the other room, it took with it all of our confidence in sleeping with our mouths open, and any grasp we still had on clean, spoiled, American living. Luckily, it may have been a one time fluke roach occurrence, as we haven't seen another (knock on wood). So hopefully, we only have flies and mosquitoes to be concerned with giving us the bug bites in the night.
Butttt you can never be too sure... so i am currently investigating what a cockroach bite looks like to diagnose the mysterious, itchy, strange-looking bug bite that has recently taken residence on my ankle.
UPDATE: I'll spare you the gruesome pictures, but good news... I would be in much deeper shit if I had actually been bitten by a cockroach - those bites looked more like you got attacked by fiery polka dots than my rather benign little red bump. I guess I will live to blog another day after all...
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