From Calm to Crazy to Collected
I’m sorry it took so long to get this post up. Once I got to Germany, my life kind of flew before my eyes have to get settled in and with the start of classes.
But, lets rewind a bit and bring us back to Copenhagen, Denmark. This was the last stop of our cruise before we got off the ship. I don’t know what our problem was today, but I think because we didn’t have a tour set up and we were tired from the night before, Copenhagen was nothing spectacular. We walked the city for a couple hours and then went back to the boat to eat lunch (because we all know the copious amounts of food and endless ice cream and cheese was the best part of the boat). We really only walked the city center and we didn’t see the famous street with the beautiful buildings until we were on the bus driving back. But, that’s okay. A couple of hours was enough time for me.
We docked at Dover, England and once off the ship, we immediately grabbed a cab to take us to London City Airport. Driving through Dover, seeing the Dover Cliffs, and driving through the English countryside was breathtaking. It made me was to rent a car and drive through England when I’m older. It was so green (yes, I know its like that because it rains all the time) and peaceful. The cabbie was entertaining too, talking to us the entire 2 hours there.
And then, just like that, we are in Ibiza. This was definitely a big shift in our trip. From classy dinners and parties on the ship, to crazy raves and all day parties. It took Natalia and I some time to adjust.
We check into our hotel, Ushuaia, mid day, we unpacked and got ourselves settled with the amazing VIP service. Before we knew it, it was time to get dressed for the “day party” (the party started at 6 and ended at 12 midnight). So we went down and walked around to the beat of some DJ. We met some interesting people…two guys from Israel were the ones who stuck out to us the most. They were so nice and funny and absolutely loved the fact that Natalia’s mom was with us – they even took a picture with her! After walking around and observing a bit, we went to dinner (at 10 so Lord knows how hungry I was) at a steak restaurant in the hotel. It was delicious…just what I needed to remind me of home and to keep me going for the rest of the trio. After dinner was when the real fun started. Avicii was playing, so at least Natalia and I knew some songs. We walked around the party and danced and ended up meeting two Italian guys from Rome. But, they got a tad butt hurt when we said we wouldn’t leave with them…oh well.
The next morning, we just lounged around the poor. Got our tan on (r attempted to in my case at least). For lunch, we got a steak salad on the beach and oh my god it was heaven in a salad. Today was honestly only beach and clubs. For dinner, we went to an Asian fusion in the hotel. We sat next to Martin Garex and listened to David Guetta live before heading to the day party to dance to him live. He was pretty darn impressive…and pretty darn weird looking. We then got VIP at Pacha on THE WRONG NIGHT. There were old people everywhere…gag.
Our third day in Ibiza and we decided to take an hour ferry to a different island to Formentera. It was beautiful but so disgustingly hot. We grabbed some lunch at Besos Beach. It was a quaint little restaurant just off the beach. The style was a mixture of trendy, beachy, and fancy. The food was good. The atmosphere was better. After, we just laid on the beach. Again, nothing too spectacular. Beach and clubs. Beach and clubs. Beach and clubs. Tonight we went to dinner at the same restaurant we went to in Ibiza, than the day party and than we walked along the yacht dock. I want a yacht…I’ll just leave it at that. Then, we went to Space, aka the most ratchet rave environment. We left after 20 minutes. It crazy how many guys tried to hit on us with the line “oh, were staying at Ushuaia” trying to insinuate that they had money. Its even finnier because they actually thought that would change our opinions of them in a good way…
Our last day in Ibiza started off amazing. I got breakfast with Chelsea and then Natalia and I just lounged on the beach all day. Another man from France, decided to buy us a bottle of Met Chandon (for 250 euro I might add) in order to impress us. He also mentioned that he had two hotel rooms in Ushuaia. #ew. Then, we both got complimentary massages in the hotel. The weird thing was that the typical spa music you would imagine there to be was replaced by low key EDM music. It was definitely different…For dinner, we went to this Moroccan themed restaurant about 20 minutes away form our hotel. Again, the atmosphere beat out the food but every moment was so worth it. Towards the end of the night, a 70 year old man came and sat down next to us with his two 25 year old girlfriends. He then proceeded to hit on every female waitress at the restaurant. After we ate, we had 2 hours to kill before we could show up at Pacha so we hung out in the restaurant’s bar. I made friends with the bartender. She was from Switzerland and she was awesome. When we finally left and made it to Pacha, the place was packed. Imagine sardines in their little carton and double it. You could not move even if you tried. I ended up pushing people to get a spot on the dance floor, where we met a cute Australian that Natalia hit it off with. We stayed there for awhile before we had to go to the little ladies room. This cute Australian (living in Texas) decided to kiss Natalia as an attempt to make sure she came back…and she did. But only just long enough to have my entire wallet stolen (with 3 credit cards, my drivers license, my school ID, and $500). So yeah…go Ibiza. Go me…
After my disastrous night (which sucked even more because it was the best night we were having up until that moment), we hopped on a place to Berlin. We got in late so we just grabbed dinner in the hotel and went to bed.
The next day, knowing that we were coming back for a week with the school program (and I’ve already been to Berlin) we kept it somewhat lowkey. We walked to the holocaust memorial and then just walked for about 3 hours around the city before grabbing lunch. Then we grabbed a cab to the Berlin Wall. For dinner, we went to some trendy steakhouse. Expect more to come on Berlin …
And that’s it. My summer is over. A summer filled with work and working out. My first summer away from Erik. Weekend trips to see Erik in LA, to Vegas, and to Lake Tahoe. My first summer living in San Francisco. And than a summer through Europe. I couldn’t have asked for a more maturing, eye-opening, fun, and loving summer. SO here is to you summer of 2014. Now let me go have the best semester of my life in Germany!