Going Abroad Part 3: Bob Esponja

When we got to Spain, we had a 45 minute drive from the airport to the hotel.  It ended up taking us much longer than 45 minutes but we won't get into that... it was definitely Jen's fault (by that I mean it was not at all Jen's fault).


We discovered that it was less expensive to rent a car for the week than to take a taxi there and back.  So, with significantly less money than when we deplaned, we signed the dotted line and headed out to meet our sweet set of wheels.  We were delighted to learn that the "economy" car was a zippy yellow Mini Cooper...

Yahtzee!

We promptly named our new companion Bob Esponja after his obvious similarities to our favorite deep sea dish sponge.  He proved reliable in every way.  Even in his glamour shots...

Pensive.

However, on a winding mountain road we saw a sign that indicated that if we stopped suddenly, ninjas would suddenly appear and do wheelies on their motorcycles.  Excited, we repeatedly slammed on the brakes.  After several failed attempts, we gave up.  No ninjas.

I guess you win some and you lose some.


All of this begs the question: how is the taxi guy still in business?


¡Olé!