Ibiza… Is this a tropical Island or a snow globe?

Erica and I got our backpacks from the bus and went to find a taxi. We get a taxi to the hotel which was out by the airport. It was the sketchiest shit everr because we ended up getting off the highway and driving around in the dark on back roads and over bridges. Erica asked if we were lost because we both were thinking we were about to get abducted. Soon after we arrived at the hotel and it was more than it should have been but we were happy to get the hell outta there! En nuestro hotel the screen said Bienvenido Senorita Pellerin… HOW COOL! After all those hostels this was like a 5 star hotel. Erica and I did about 300 crunches in the hotel room that night for fun. The next morning we didn’t have to wake up early so we got up and went to breakfast which was pretty good. And off to Ibiza we went. It wasn’t a long plane ride and as we were flying over the island I got to see how beautiful it is. We arrive and find the only hostel open on the island in this one town. We walked around and went down to the beach and talked while exploring that side of the island. It is so pretty.
We went back to the hostel and they gave us a free glass of Sangria. We also met the most interesting people. There were two Indian guys who were super nice but it was funny because they had a British accent from living there. We also met an American who was just traveling through Europe to party. Like I understand wanting to have a good time and stuff but coming to Europe just looking for the biggest parties is kind of stupid. There’s so much more here than parties and since he was like 28 there’s really no reason to come to Europe just to party. ANDDD on top of that he told us he used to be in the army and that he doesn’t work. He’s living off a pension and unemployment. Bitch please, you don’t come to Europe on the governments dime to party the shit out of yourself. Like what kind of a person are you? Anywayyy that night there was a Flower Power festival in the next town. We got a taxi out there and it was a lot bigger than I thought. There were carnival rides, lots of places to get food, vendors of clothes and jewelry.  We had been drinking Red Bull and then I got some Cotton Candy NO WAYYY #cantbelieveit There was also a concert of the “Smoking Stones” a cover band or tribute band to the Rolling Stones. It was a great night of dancing, drinking and eating kebab which is just amazing… like I didn’t realize how much I love kebab. I’m going to miss that when I go back to the states.

That night we stayed at the festival until 2 or 3 am having a blast. We took a taxi back and he talked to us the whole way back about Ibiza and the economy. And it was pretty dark out so you could see all the stars and the brightest of them all was Sirius and it was beautiful. The next day we made our way to the other side of the island and went to the beach. We passed a Mexican restaurant and couldn’t resist. We got some Margaritas and some chicken nachos that were amazing… Best mexican food so far! So now we are on the beach and it was like a tropical island. Just perfect. It almost felt like one of those snow globes where everything is perfect and we just had the perfect day. I went down to the water and it was freeeezing but I collect some shells for my collection… Connecticut, Florida, Morocco/Africa, Spain and Ibiza. After a few hours we walked around the promenade with it’s beautiful views of the Mediterranean Sea. We chilled at the hostel that night being Sunday and all and the next day hopped on a plane back to Valencia. We were going to stay for the burning of the Fallas but we didn’t and back to Alicante we went. It was a perfect weekend away!

I found this cool website from some friends here in Spain that I study abroad with and it’s really funny because it’s so trueeee so enjoy!

http://thetimeistudiedabroad.tumblr.com/

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