Gaston's holiday mood, despite the feared alternative destination Benidorm, Spain, lasts until Angèle starts messing up packing. Next everything goes wrong all the way to Spain, a hellish bus-ride. That however proves only foretaste of the constant misery in Benidorm, where they discover knowing no Spanish is just one of many recurring or surprising problems.

Gaston's holiday turns miserable again after carrying their heavy luggage six floors up. Janitor Pedro does his best explaining how everything works or doesn't (no water before breakfast!), despite a bit of a language barrier, but the tourists prove terribly bad at guessing Spanish, yet suspicious when some German is used. The couch-bed proves to complicated, even after a demonstration.

Gaston's holiday misery continue as two apartment neighbors turn out to be fellow Antwerp natives, retired and talkative regulars. Anegle is delighted with a female chatter companion, less amused Gaston keeps calling her gullible husband Leo in stead of Theo, but at least he knows enough Spanish to translate with janitor Pedro.