Tag: 12. Mai 2025

Ah yes, the weekend. The sacred time when one expects peace, quiet, maybe some questionable snacks, and the existential dread of Monday creeping in slowly—not with a bang. But guess what? Bang it was.

Saturday, 8 a.m. (or was it 9? Time lost meaning): I woke up to what I assumed was either my death or the second coming of Pitbull—Mr. Worldwide himself had apparently reincarnated right outside our front door. But no, it was just the neighbors throwing a Spanish rager that made my walls vibrate like I was trapped inside a subwoofer. I wanted to enjoy my day, maybe do something chill, like not go insane. But noooo. DJ Fiesta decided to play reggaeton remixes that even Spotify wouldn’t dare suggest. And just when I thought there was hope—a few decent tracks hit—he ripped them away like my will to live. The beat dropped, and so did my expectations.

Fast forward to midnight, and the party still hadn’t died. But I sure had, spiritually. My room had turned into a bass-throbbing sauna of suffering. I wasn’t sleeping—I was time-traveling through the layers of hell, and apparently, this was Limbo: loud, sweaty, and filled with bad remixes.

Then came Sunday. Sweet, sweet Sunday. A chance to reclaim sanity. A chance to SLEEP IN.

But Valencia said: Nope.
Because BOOM—explosions outside our window. Not just any boom. We’re talking Böllerknaller-level boom. Like someone thought it was a good idea to recreate a Call of Duty intro sequence in real life. I woke up thinking I was back in Berlin… U8 line at 3am. Trauma. Absolute trauma.

And as if fate hadn’t slapped me hard enough, guess whose turn it was to clean the apartment? Yup—me and Flo. So while my soul was still crawling back from bass-induced purgatory, I was scrubbing toilets.

But wait. There’s more. The cherry on this crapcake?

The toilet seat was nasty as ever.
Because of course it was.
Note to self: Don’t have children. Not because I wouldn’t love them. But because I simply can’t handle another toilet seat incident. Ever.

So yeah. Weekend recap: no peace, no sleep, bad music, loud bangs, scrubbing toilets, and shattered dreams. But hey… maybe next weekend I’ll get lucky and only deal with a mild earthquake.

Fingers crossed.

xoxo,
The Queen of Bass-Induced Trauma

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Thursday, 08.05.2025
We had planned to go bowling on Thursday, but due to some scheduling issues, that didn’t end up happening.
So I decided to head into the city by myself and kill some time.
Unfortunately, I hadn’t checked the weather app before leaving, which turned out to be a rookie mistake.
Not long after I arrived, a heavy thunderstorm rolled in.
I just about managed to take shelter under a doorway before the sky opened up.
I still got pretty soaked, and to warm up a bit, I ended up at a kebab place where I ordered a “Spanish döner.”
Definitely not the best meal of my life, but it was alright.

Friday, 09.05.2025
Friday was a short workday, which meant we got home early.
I went out to grab some groceries and cooked myself a decent meal.
Later I squeezed in a good workout session, then spent most of the evening playing through a bunch of games on Jimmy’s gaming laptop.

Saturday, 10.05.2025
Saturday started the right way, with a proper breakfast.
Thaddäus and I talked about doing something outdoorsy and ended up deciding to climb a mountain.
We took the train to a nearby town, then grabbed an Uber for the last 8 kilometers to the base of the trail.
With no real plan other than „go up,“ we started our hike.
It turned into a fun little adventure with plenty of laughs along the way.
When we reached the top and got our picnic out, we noticed some dark storm clouds rolling in much earlier than expected.
So we quickly packed up and started heading back down.
Somewhere along the way, we took a wrong turn and got a bit lost, which added an extra hour to the descent.
To top it off, there were no Ubers available, so we had to jog the last 4 kilometers through heavy rain.
When we finally got home, we were soaked and exhausted, but a hot meal and a quiet evening made up for it.

Sunday, 11.05.2025
I let myself sleep in on Sunday.
The weather was hot, and I thought it might be nice to head to the beach.
No one else felt like coming, so I went alone.
I found a quiet spot, swam a few laps, and just relaxed in the sun.
The day passed slowly and peacefully, a perfect end to the weekend.

The highlight of the week? Our little weekend escape to Altea on Saturday!

It only took about two hours to get there, super affordable too and totally worth it. The town is gorgeous, with a beach that easily ranks among the prettiest I’ve seen so far. But it quickly became clear that Altea is definitely a tourist hotspot (especially for german retirees). Everything was a bit on the pricey side, and the town had this very polished, picture-perfect vibe.

I also found it super interesting how the town is built. All these winding, uneven stone streets that are admittedly a bit hard to walk on, but still incredibly aesthetic. There’s something about those narrow alleys and whitewashed walls that gives the whole place a peaceful, almost timeless charm.

We noticed a lot of empty Airbnbs though, which was a bit sad. You can really feel how much of the local life has shifted toward short-term tourism. Still, we strolled along the beach for a while and then made our way up the hill to the famous church. And let me tell you – so many stairs. Add the heat on top of that, and it turned into a bit of a workout. But once we made it to the top, the view made it all worth it. It was such a refreshing change from Valencia. Quieter, slower, and full of charm!