The two had to get up early the next morning, as Calypso stopped at their first city.
"Attention passengers, we have ported in Vigo Spain. Those of you who have signed up for an excursion, you must be off the ship by nine and in your designated Sedan. Be freshened up, have a full breakfast, and we'll see you on land."
"Well, time for your first free excursion." said Jules.
"I'm so excited." Ariadne took out her camera bag to inspect her Nikon. "I'm going to get some gorgeous shots."
"With a fancy ass camera like that, I wouldn't doubt that." Ariadne chuckled and put her camera away. "So while you're out there getting some shots, how about you take a few creeper pictures of Rodger and Joe?"
"Why don't I just take pictures of Eames instead?" The architect called back teasingly. "Seriously, just ask him out already."
Jules stepped out of the bathroom still running her brush through her hair. "Is there anything you can't do?"
"Pardon?" Ariadne pulled out a shirt, a pair of tan shorts and a random scarf.
"You can draw, sculpt, paint, take pictures, drive motorcycles, make a computer do anything, guide people to their dreams and skate twice as fast as Shadowbrat." Jules listed. "What can't you do?"
"That's easy." Ariadne threw off her pajamas and closed her door. "I can't sing, dance, play an instrument…"
"Those skills are useless."
"I can't cook. Are you saying that's useless?"
"You didn't list cooking before that." Jules pointed out.
"I can't garden or fish either."
"Well there are gardeners and fisherman who can cover that for you."
"Alright." Ariadne revised. "So your saying I can pass as an artist, sculptor, painter, photographer, biker, hacker, therapist and derby girl along with architect?"
"Your one hell of a talented woman." Jules reminded her. "I swear one day, you're going to create building that people would only see in dreams."
"Until then, I'm a vacationer." Ariadne stepped out dressed with her camera bag hanging from her shoulder. "If I want to nap on the deck, have a whiskey, or eat a lobster, then I will."
"What are you gonna do about Joe?"
Ariadne raised her eyebrows. "Nothing. As long as she stays out of my face, then I see no reason to fight her." A knock was delivered to their ears.
"You ladies ready yet?" it was Eames.
"We're coming." Ariadne told him. "Joe is probably fussing over what to wear."
"Stupid bitch." Jules huffed.
A half hour later, they had eaten and were off the ship. When they got into the Sedan with their names on the sign, the driver brought the three of them up the El Castro Mountain to the seventeenth century fort that sat high above the city.
Ariadne stepped out of the car to view the ships in the bay. From where she was standing, she captured Vigo itself in only one shot. As she was capturing ships with the highly enhanced lens, she noticed something down the way. Two figures, a man and a woman. More specifically, Arthur and Joe. They were looking out at the view.
Arthur looked captivated, but Joe looked like she's rather be shopping in the States. Even if it was wrong, Ariadne set her camera to take several shots at a time. With one swift movement and a quick press of the button, she had on her camera saved pictures of the couple.
When they craned her heads, her camera was looking at the ships again. Ariadne turned around and waved innocently. 'When are you going to realize that I'm the one for you?' She wondered.
Next, Ariadne, Jules and Eames were driven south. "I saw what you did." Ariadne turned to look at Eames as if she didn't know what he was talking about.
"She looked bored. I thought it was funny."
"How can you be bored in a city like this?" Jules asked.
"Apparently, Orange County has more to offer."
"Fuck Orange County." Jules sneered. "I want to see this Valença do Miño town."
Valença do Miño was an ancient town that stood on commanding heights above the Miño River. It formed the border between Spain and Portugal. As they stopped at the medieval village, they got to see on various points on the old town walls, excellent views over the new town, the Miño Valley, the Eiffel bridge, the mountains of Galicia and the Spanish town of Tui.
"I can't believe I get to see all this for free." Said Ariadne as she snapped some more great shots. "Miles will love these pictures."
To go along with what she's seen before, Ariadne got to take more photos of Gothic architecture and ancient churches. For her, the excursion went by too fast.
As she was distracted with her photography, Eames and Jules were silently standing next to one another in awkward silence. They both wanted to make a move, but both didn't want to go first. Eames knew that it was usually the guy who asked the girl. Jules knew those rules could be changed.
"So… what are you gonna do when we get back to the ship?" she started.
"Have some lunch then go swimming maybe. Why?" Eames crossed his arms. Jules sighed. Her pale face and green eyes said, 'Cut the crap and ask me out already.' It wasn't clear enough apparently. He liked tattooed redheads and she liked tattooed guys with accents. They were perfect for each other.
She figured that she would have to melt the ice. "I was thinking maybe we could do something." Jules remembered the last time a guy rejected her; she threw a rock through his car window and said, 'You break it, you buy it!'
"What do you have in mind?" he asked.
"Lunch and swimming?" She considered what he was doing. "Just you and me, no Ariadne?"
"Like a date?" Eames smirked.
"It's not much of a date is it?" Jules asked sheepishly. "You know what, forget I said anything."
"Why?" Eames questioned. "I think it's cool for you to make the first move. Personally, I think women better when they step up first." He put an arm around her waist.
"So that's a yes?"
"We better get the hell out of here and back on that ship."