Last stop: Spain!

Spain was wonderful. It was one of those things where I didn't look up hardly anything, and had almost no clue what exactly to expect. After I left Cyprus on May 16th, I met up with Natalie in Barcelona. We visited the Sagrada Familia [the unfinished church that the infamous Guadi designed] The church had so much character and symbolism, that even after all the cathedrals I've been to in the past four months, this one still took my breath away. My favorite part of Barcelona was the Magic Fountain. It reminded me of Disney World, with its colors lit up and set to a playlist of music.

After Barcelona, we ventured to Sevilla, a smaller city in the Southern part of Spain. Sevilla was by far both of ours favorite. The streets wound around and if you didn't pay attention closely, it was easy to get lost. We ate tapas, drank Sangria, went to a Bull Fight, watched a Flamenco show, and rode bikes around a beautiful park. It was relaxing and warm and exactly what I would picture the "real" Spanish life to be like.

Sadly, we left Sevilla for the island Ibiza. The tickets were cheap, the hotel was cheap, and we figured "We'll be on an Island-what could go wrong?" Well, let me tell you. Our hotel was... well... not the nicest. Our bathtub growled at us anytime we wanted to shower, and we had to pay 10euro just to rent a remote for the TV [which in most cases, we wouldn't have needed, but you'll learn why as I continue] The people in Ibiza weren't exactly the Spanish residents or international travelers we were expecting. Most everyone had too many tattoos, bright colored hair, mid-drift tanktops, and honestly, I thought I had just gone to Daytona Beach for vacation. We ended up making the best of it by going to the beach everyday, went snorkeling, and ended the vacation at the spa, but that first night... we we're a little afraid to leave our room! It all makes for a better story tho, right?!

Leaving Cyprus was hard, but leaving Spain was easy. At this point, I couldn't wait to be home. I wanted so badly to see my family and eat American food [without inchworms or purple meat ;/] And I couldn't wait to sleep in my own bed and do my laundry. For weeks I had been dreading coming home, and then suddenly a switch went off inside of me and there was no place I'd rather be.