The Golden Girls Go to Ibiza

This week has been/is our spring break. Ibiza, Spain was the plan, get some sun, party til the break of dawn every night, sleep all day. Basically the MTV spring break, done Europe style.

We didn't do enough research. At all. Maybe I should say we just didn't do any research, since that would seem to be more appropriate. After arriving, Jen's estimate was that 90% of the bars, restaurants and clubs were closed. That may be an overestimate. The first night we were determined to have a spring break, so we drank, and we went out to a very cheap and American dinner. I had a burger and fries and loved every bite of it. We got to Pacha - a world renowned club, with world renowned DJs...in the summer. In the summer it also costs 40 euro to get in...so there were some benefits. We got in for free.

Unfortunately, as it was Ingrid's 21st birthday, there was one 'merican spring break tradition we upheld, or she upheld, to the nth degree. and so we were kicked out.

The rest of our spring break was spent in a very different fashion. As Stef said 'we no longer get culture shock, we adapt.' So we adapted to the situation. We went grocery shopping, we made chicken tacos, we made cheesy pasta and potatoes in every form you CAN make them. We ate chocolate and chips and guacamole and queso. We ate and we made coffee every twenty minutes. We laid out for a total of 2.5 hours, and sat on our balcony that overlooked the ocean and Ibiza Town.

I daydreamt about living in a hut on the ocean, doing nothing all day but cooking, laying out, and reading and writing.

And that's exactly what we did. We finished all our books, we played sudoku until we could see it when we closed our eyes and played cards until we got blood blisters from shuffling. I loved it. It was relaxing and comfortable and completely stress free. We basked in the fact that our roommate connection was strong enough to make such a trip enjoyable, that we were becoming travellers together, and that even in the most unexpected circumstances, we were able to change our attitude to a positive one.


Until we went to the airport. It finally hit Stef, the most active of our roommates, that we'd spent four days doing nothing, after all of our grand plans, and she was pissed, understandably so. The mood change in all of us was palpable, and I started to get really depressed that after four days that I had thoroughly enjoyed, given its comradery, introspection, silence, peace, and companionship, I was now feeling like it was a waste of time. Interestingly, a little boy, no older than two and a half changed my attitude again. That's an entry for another time, since its already written in my journal, and as it was written in the moment, suits my emotions far more appropriately.


So now Jen and I are in Germany. We are sitting on Michael's couch, like nothing has changed, like we haven't been apart for the better part of 4 years. It's wonderful. We're already making plans for him to come to Camp Steve, to do his Red Cross internship in America, for us to visit Colombia if that doesn't work out, and for the three of us to visit Joe, Michael and Kelly in California. I feel completely at home here.

This may be the most active part of my spring break, in a small town in Germany, in the snow, with my FES and my best friend. And I'm absolutely, 100% alright with that.


Mm. I love you.