Day 54
Day 54
Thursday, October 5, 2006
Ibiza, Spain
This morning we awoke to a wake up call from Cheddar in the other room, we slowly showered and dressed before heading across the street to the beach shack sandwiched between two construction sites of two beachfront hotels. We ate our delicious American style breakfast of bacon, eggs, toast, and orange juice. After that we walked down the street and proceeded to go through the process of renting scooters. We headed outside to find our scooters the scooters were mounted and we one by one started to drive off. Instantly Cheddar lays his scooter down trying to turn out onto the street, right under the watchful eye of the scooter rental lady. She immediately turns to me and asks if I have ever ridden a scooter before. I always try to be honest in situations like this and so I say that I haven’t, she takes my scooter away, and Kent hurries off before she can do the same to him. Back at the hotel everyone heads off for the other side of the island while I have to stay back at the hotel. I caught up on the entries in my sketch book and lounged around by the pool before eventually going on the internet for a while.
At this point I am starting to think that being alone in an off-season resort is a pretty crappy way to spend your 22nd birthday, when everyone comes back for lunch with bottles of gin and tonic for my birthday present. We ate lunch and than headed off to find a cool beach, this time I’m riding on the back of Kent’s scooter. We hung out on the beach drinking gin and tonics and building Calatrava-esque sandcastles until the sun started to set. We set off again and ended up stopping along the highway to watch the sun set over the salt ponds. We found another white sand beach and in the dying light vowed to spend the rest of the week at the beach. On the way back we drove underneath the flight path of the planes landing at the airport and Kent, Josh, Kristin, and I watched a plane land over our heads, Wayne’s World style. After a siesta back at the hotel we a late dinner. Walking back we were lured into a club by promoters, and we spent the rest of the night there, dancing and drinking Gin and Tonics while everyone bought me tequila shots. It turned out to be a very good birthday after all.
Thursday, October 5, 2006
Ibiza, Spain
This morning we awoke to a wake up call from Cheddar in the other room, we slowly showered and dressed before heading across the street to the beach shack sandwiched between two construction sites of two beachfront hotels. We ate our delicious American style breakfast of bacon, eggs, toast, and orange juice. After that we walked down the street and proceeded to go through the process of renting scooters. We headed outside to find our scooters the scooters were mounted and we one by one started to drive off. Instantly Cheddar lays his scooter down trying to turn out onto the street, right under the watchful eye of the scooter rental lady. She immediately turns to me and asks if I have ever ridden a scooter before. I always try to be honest in situations like this and so I say that I haven’t, she takes my scooter away, and Kent hurries off before she can do the same to him. Back at the hotel everyone heads off for the other side of the island while I have to stay back at the hotel. I caught up on the entries in my sketch book and lounged around by the pool before eventually going on the internet for a while.
At this point I am starting to think that being alone in an off-season resort is a pretty crappy way to spend your 22nd birthday, when everyone comes back for lunch with bottles of gin and tonic for my birthday present. We ate lunch and than headed off to find a cool beach, this time I’m riding on the back of Kent’s scooter. We hung out on the beach drinking gin and tonics and building Calatrava-esque sandcastles until the sun started to set. We set off again and ended up stopping along the highway to watch the sun set over the salt ponds. We found another white sand beach and in the dying light vowed to spend the rest of the week at the beach. On the way back we drove underneath the flight path of the planes landing at the airport and Kent, Josh, Kristin, and I watched a plane land over our heads, Wayne’s World style. After a siesta back at the hotel we a late dinner. Walking back we were lured into a club by promoters, and we spent the rest of the night there, dancing and drinking Gin and Tonics while everyone bought me tequila shots. It turned out to be a very good birthday after all.
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