Salut to salou

The picture of paradise. I'm a figment of most office workers' dreams with my bum denting the warm, white sand and the glistening sea rolled out before me, but Salou seems uninterested in the great blue...just the hot sand and money burning a hole in your wallet. As you walk to the beach, eyes trained on the sea, workers at the flanking restaurants call to you, picking you out for an immediate sale. There is no attempt to hide their want for your money or the temporary care that characterizes this place. Once they have your money, the quality of food is only half made up for by the large sizes. 1 metre pizzas are available only seconds from the beach, a welcome alternative to the Macdonald's and Burger Kings that seem to be signed out like street names. However, the dry crust is so thin and the toppings so emaciated, you would be better off folding it into a sandwich and eating it yourself. It's hardly the sharing experience you might have endeavored to have. By no means is this a place for Spanish food. Salou is a party town, with no space between hotels named after West Coast states in the USA and palm trees that seem less natural than the hotel staffs' smiles. Endless frats of drunken, sunburned and fat teens challenge each other to be as irritating to strangers as possible while they fulfill bucket-lists of idiocy. It is no rare sight to see a gaggle of chubby rugby players barking on all fours in the middle of the street. The temporary feel of the brilliant sun and the unhealthy diet of Salou, fuels the carelessness of it's immature visitors. So, as I lean back in my sun-soaked spot, staring at my bruised knees from crawling here, merrily barking away the last of my dignity, I reflect on what an amazing place Salou is to put up with and recover from this seasonal stupidity. All the comforts of home have followed me hear and everywhere I go they speak my home language. It is all so easy and this is where I let go to all the stress and act crazy because I won't be judged here. Nothing is judged here. As long as you have money, you can do as you please and if you can accept that you pay the price for your freedom with the quality of service, there is a delicious sense of carelessness that Salou brings out in you. With the sun to warm me and the beauty of the sea to soothe me, everything available at my finger tips. I don't need to worry, so I am here, reveling in the freedom that visible brightens this place. This is the picture of paradise.