PEÑIS...cola

Today I lost my jet-skiing V-card to a Spanish man named Pepe.

To offer a bit of background information, Ana Fernandez took the ESDES students (and 2 random people) to Peñiscola which is a small beach town on the coast of the Med. Sea about an hour and a half drive from Sagunto. Much to my dismay, I learned that the name Peñiscola has nothing to do with the phallus or the male body whatsoever, rather with the peninsula on which the town is built. Bummer. Regardless, Peñiscola is dub bomb diggety (yes, I said it), and this adventure was one of my best.

After attending the obligatory tour of the castillo, during which I was able to enjoy a breathtaking view of the Mediterranean Sea and the white-washed buildings below us, take some crazy-cool pictures, and debate whether or not a jump from the top of the castle would be fatal, Jules, Laura, Kat, and I browsed the little shops and made our way to the beach. We settled ourselves on our towels in a vacant area far away from the ESDES people to allow for some quality topless-tanning time (Note: Kat and Laura our losers, but Ashley joined Jules and me in the Boobie Liberation Movement).

Siguiente, we swam, walked, blah blah blah, but when Mike and I had a race into the water, a rather attractive Spanish man, whisked me away in his yellow jet ski. Julia, of course, had already discover the pack of Spanish jetskiers and was already of the back of a red jet ski similar to the one I was awkwardly mounted on. You see, I was in my green bikini holding onto Pepe, my Spanish jetskier, for dear life.

Now comes the part which Julia with tell over and over again until she's blue in the face.
During one of our supercool stunts, Pepe and I wiped out. This was great fun and all until the top of my bathing suit was no longer serving its purpose. My girls had come out to join the fun! I realized this as I was trying to climb back on the jet ski and Julia, her man, and Pepe found my efforts more exciting than usual. What's worse is that it took me forever to actually fix my top and hide my goods.

This small incident (and the handful of passes made by the man onto which I clung), however, did not in the least bit detract from the amazing trip around the peninsula. Never having ridden a jet ski before guarenteed a good time, but riding alongside the cliffs on which the castle stood and near the hidden caves at a rather dangerous speed sealed the deal.

In conclusion, my dear friends, my maiden voyage was a success.