IBIZA

 IBIZA.

 Last week was the best and wildest week of my life....i went to Ibiza with ESN Barcelona (erasmus student network)

Preparation - With my room mates for the week - Benedetta (italian ) Yvonne (Germany) and Pauline (french) we went shopping for some cheap alcohol not knowing what Ibiza prices would be like the result  = 8 bottles of vodka and 2 bottles of wine...  to start off

The adventures all began Monday evening, on the ferry to Ibiza. We were recommended to bring our own alcohol for the Ferry to pass the time because there would be a party on the way there. So we turn up to the port and beyond the luggage .... alcohol. Boxes of champagne, tequila, and huge water containers filled with sangria. It wasnt until about 4am that we realised we didnt have anywhere on the boat to sleep but on the tiles oh boy that sucked... imagine it 600 students drunk, lying around anywhere they could find - tables, chairs, tiles, doormats, or on the luggage so funny

So we arrived at 7am Tuesday Morning then we had to checkin... but having such great luck our room was not available until 2pm - and because i dont have a boyfriend's bed that i could crash on so i resorted to a deck chair - then got told that i had to pay to lie on it!! whhaaaaa. The hotel was great right on the beach with beach bars, a day time dj, and 2 pools.. but when we finally got our room it was not great to find out that salt water came out of the tap... you never want to brush your teeth with salt water trust me. and really whats the point in showering in salt water.. we did anyway..

That evening was the first party the WHITE PARTY - only white allowed = a little too much alcohol was consumed and it was a long night

Second night was the 'Wild and Wet Party' at Club Eden - with no dress theme we soon understood where this name came from when two dancers stripped on stage and almost had sex - hmm yes interesting

One day we hired a car and did some exploring to see what ibiza has to offer besides awesome clubs.. we found a few gems....

 



beaver tail



Thursday we had the School party at Club Privilage - this is the biggest nightclub in the world- and 800 students overtook for the night= this was a great great night!!! It ended with Yvi's boyfriend stealing a branch of a cactus bush 'the beaver' oh there were many laughs with this, beaver bashing, beaver tails, beaver bills, you name it, it was discussed!!



This is the crew i spent most of the week with



Friday was great we went to a pool party followed by a water party in club paradis afterward. This meant that from 4pm when we were leaving the hotel we wouldnt be returning until 7am ....first thought on all of our minds was "ohh we need to pack a lot of alcohol' so we did - and only to be told by the coordinators that we couldnt take alcohol into the pool party - it was a licenced venue that wanted to charge us 7euro for our drinks. So no imagine 800 students in the carpark drinking our water bottle filled alcohol then everyone stashing the alcohol to pick up later ... so everyone was drunk before entering the party.. not a great idea when your about to be swimming..

This party was great... a huge venue with two dj's, a bbq (which was shit.. Europeans are shit at cooking bbq's) and a foam party ..  A foam party that apparently can kill you says pauline.... but the boys made the most of it






the only bottle we could find to fill with alcohol to
take for pre-drinks

Saturday was the mascarade party at Space... great music me and Bene went crazy .. dancing or more like jumping around the nightclub ... but checkout was at 8am and i got home around 7am.. so no sleep ... and sleeping on tiles on the boat wasnt really possible so when i got to my bed... i was in heaven...










Results of the week

1. definite loss of brain cells and liver cells

2. a massively bruised body

Settling in

Yeah hard life im living at the moment.

 To settle into my new apartment my two housemates and i had a sushi dinner. Oh and it was splendid the sushi was a great success! In this photo is Benedetta my Italian flatmate.

For the past week i have been settling into my new 'barrio'. One afternoon as i was sitting in the sun on my bedroom balcony i acknowledged my feeling of contentness. Barcelona is home now!

I have gone for run/walks to explore the area and help sweat out the alcohol. these running routes are definitely not boring there are many interesting things i have to dodge - abstract sculptures, art installations, bums, pond fountains. I mean this is much better than the window i look out at SAF (Uni gym) while on the tredmill. the first few times i found myself stopping to inspect the bizzare buildings or installations. for example....In Ciutadella park there is a huge glass box in the middle of nowhere with water streaming down the sides of it and hanging inside is a livingroom table and  bookshelf with bedsheets twisted around it saying something..i haven't really stopped to read it

We all know Barcelona is known for its gaudi artichecture but as i run along the foreshore it seems to me as if  all the modern architects are trying to match the unique factor of gaudi .. but let me tell you it is all the glass, wood, concrete, mirrors, steel and whatever the hell else they use ... it looks weird... you don't stare in awe you stare wandering what the hell this designer was thinking.

In the process of settling into my new home.. i realised it was time that i got off my arse and bought myself some sheets for my bed.. one cannot claim to be settled in without even having bed sheets!!! This task proved a lot harder than expected... firstly there are no linen shops in Spain so where the hell was i going to go.. ahhh el cort ingles ahhh no EXPENSIVE 60 euro for sheets.. pft get real. i want the el cheapo version. IKEA.
I don't think i have been so frustrated my a shop in my life.. while all shop assistants in spain are quite unpleasant but the IKEA shop itself is a whole other level of unpleasantness (if thats a word). I walk in the shop or warehouse whatever.. and i spent 10mins trying to get into the part where the products were.. i was trapped on the other side of the cash machines.. i asked people where the hell the entrance was and they just kept pointing in all directions.. stupid people they are meant help the poor lost girl.
Well after walking back and forth i found people and decided to follow them... success! well thats what i initially thought... i was let in a bloody maze through furniture, bed mattresses, tables, all i wanted where friggin sabanas!!!!!  (sheets) and every one has whopper trollies with tonnes of stuff in them.. grrr
finally 'textiles' i find the sheet section... oh and the experience just got interesting.. sheets are sold seperately and there are no descriptions of what kind of sheets they are.. top sheet, bottom sheet, and insead of single, double, queen, king... i had to guess what measurements my bed are.

 So finally after getting through the maze, finding some sheets i had to line up behind lines of people with whopper trollies full of crap.. all i had were sheets come on people..