15 Hours of Paradise

These past 15 hours have been the most fun yet in Spain. Ignacio, one of the monitors, invited a couple of us to his beach house on the Mediterranean. We took the hour and a half bus ride there once our language program finals were done yesterday, and unfortunately had to return by 10 this morning to receive the keys to our new apartments and move out of the residence hall. But we lived it up the short time we were there!

Iggy’s house is amazing. It is the first actual house I have been to here, although I feel like I’ve seen every apartment in the city, thanks to our massive piso hunt. His house was four stories with a view overlooking the entire beach town and sea. It also had a great deck and pool area. Spaniards are definitely not as amazed by the Mediterranean as we are, and we suggested going to the beach, Iggy said, “Why would we go to the beach when we have a pool?”

About 15 of his friends were there, so the night was great for practicing Spanish. All of them were so nice and funny, and we could not have asked for a better way to celebrate the end of finals. We talked and drank and sang and swam and ate all night.

The view of the Mediterranean from the porch

At 6:15 Luc, Katie and I got up to catch the bus back. Everyone else had just gone to bed, and we didn’t really know how to get out of the house (there were so many doors). Eventually we found one out onto a patio. Unfortunately there was a gate that was locked, but before we figured this out, the front door already closed and locked itself behind us. So at 6:30 a.m. we were trapped in a little courtyard, and no one would respond to the doorbell or their phones because they had just fallen asleep. Finally we ended up climbing up a neighbor’s wall and over a tall fence—we basically broke out of our own house. Anyway it was hilarious once we achieved it, and a great ending to a fantastic party.