On the road to Spain

Well a couple of days ago I said goodbye to Mum and Dad and jumped on the train to Stansted airport. After a busy train ride I arrived at the airport, only to be confronted by a huge snake which turned out to be my check in line. With a heavy heart I joined the line. Whilst waiting for eternity to check in there were two lads in front of me talking about whether or not it was possible to sleep on the beaches along the coast of Spain. I took my chance and introduced myself and asked if they wanted some company. It turned out that it was only one guy named Shawn who was asking the question to a spanish lad. Shawn and I began chatting and in no time we landed in Girona airport with a new plan to travel the coast together, sleeping at will where we pleased.