On the first day, we got there late at night and went out for tapas and cervezas. We started to realized not many people spoke English in this town but were more than delighted to help (and laugh) while you tried to speak Spanish.
This is what our hostel looked like. I think I would really love to go back in the summer when everything is really in swing.
We decided the first order of business was la playa. So, after we got some snacks at the nearby market, where we eventually became friends with the owners, that is what we did.
We got lunch at a spot near the beach and then decided to go back into town to see if we could catch some sort of celebration for Spanish Independence Day, since we happened to be in Spain on that very day. As soon as we started walking we heard music and noticed there was a parade coming.
A note on that first picture: that woman was about three times the size of a regular person.
After that we decided it was time to visit the Basilica de Santa Maria, Alicante's main attraction. The basilica is an old castle now in ruins that towers high above the city. The hike took a little while but the view was awesome.
Our next idea was to drink wine and watch the sunset because we were in Spain and it just seemed right. Once we'd hiked back down from the basilica, we realized everything was closed. Siestas are a real thing. From about 4 until 6:30 or 7, most shops are closed so everyone can take a nap. But, we managed to find one store that was open so we bought some wine and ingredients for guacamole. The guacamole was for later so we took that back to the hostel and then took the wine up to a spot we found on the way up to the basilica.
The sunset was clearly incredible. After the sunset, we made the guacamole and then somehow ended up hanging out with an old man who appeared to be friends with the hostel's owner. He was playing the guitar outside and we offered him some guacamole and then ended in about a two hour story-telling session. He spoke minimal English so while both Sasha and Zach spoke Spanish, I was quite lost. But no matter because he took an interest in my real name being "Nancy" and was convinced I knew how to play the guitar.
I played my rendition of "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Stars." I don't think I lived up to his expectations.
That night we went out again for tapas and in the morning we left. I imagine most of Spain is like this so I would really love to return but I think I need to work on my Spanish.