Mom, I’m so sorry, but I went topless on a beach. And I loved it.
This past weekend, the gang traveled to Ibiza – a little island in the Mediterranean best known for its insane parties. Wikipedia will say it’s also home to some “quiet villages and sandy coves,” but I’m not quite sure those actually exist. Either way, I definitely left part of my soul somewhere on Platja d’en Bossa and I need to go back soon to retrieve it.
There are three things I learned in my 48 hours in this place:
- Never underestimate the power of a post-dinner siesta.
- Strawberry daiquiris go great with chicken nuggets.
- Life is beautiful at 7:00 am on the beach after a night out.
Overall, Ibiza will be missed more than I miss the half of my toenail that fell off somewhere at Ushuaïa. However, nothing compares to the joy I felt today when our teacher told us the oral exam in class wouldn’t be graded.
Let’s talk after the midterm on Friday though.