DAY 82, 83, 84, 85: Baked Blubber

Ibiza, Spain: PART I

Unfortunately the most “exciting” days, are travel days i.e. things go wrong… so I’ll be doing Spring Break in Ibiza in two parts. So there we were…

82: In Rome. Up at 8:30 to check out and grab “American” breakfast across the street… I can’t seem to pull myself away from yogurt, granola and fresh fruit. I’d say it will be the death of me, but that doesn’t really make sense since actually vitalizes you… we left the boys (who were struggling with their up-chuck reflexes) and walked to Roma Termini, best-known station for pickpockets. We just barely made the train to the Ciampano airport- or so we thought… turns out it drops you on the outskirts, and you have to wait for a shuttle to take you to your gate, and of course we just missed the last shuttle. Our only choice was a taxi, which was fine with me because little “Giorgio” said the tall blond doesn’t have to pay. An hour later we were checked in, through security and ready to board our full RyanAir flight to Ibitha, Thpain! One thing I’ve noticed about Italians (besides their “entitlement”) is that they never wear shorts, nor would they be caught dead in them. It was a nice day, and we were in skirts and shorts and they sneered at us like we kicked their miniature toy poodle. Weird.

An hour and a half later we arrived in Ibitha, waited for a 3 Euro bus for 30 minutes that looped us through ramshackled neighborhoods and ethnic food stands. I felt like I was on a bus in Mexico again, except this one had air conditioning and no visible weaponry. After 20 minutes of dreadful B.O. and babies screaming in Spanish, we got off and walked another 15 minutes to our hotel. Relieved and ready to relax, we checked in… wait, no we didn’t, because they didn’t have a RESERVATION for us! Kate immediately got online to show this extremely unhelpful woman our proof of purchase… she, in a rather peevish manner, found a couple vacant rooms (this place was desolate mind you) and finally handed over room keys.

After settling in, 3 to a room, we sat by the pool for a bit before embarking on a grocery mission. Easter weekend in Spain is similar to Italy- NOTHING is open… we found a super random grocery where I purchased ham, eggs, Gouda, salsa, tuna, pickles, instant chicky-noodle soup, salsa, green beans and yogurt. I know, yum right? On our way back we found a Kabob resto and decided to see if it compared to Florence’s “Istanbul.” Not quite, but it hit the spot nonetheless over a couple beers and people watching. Back to the apartment to snuggle in, watch “Whip-It” and play cards.

83: Slept in until 9:30am. Got up to brush teeth. Went back to bed until 11am. Made a ham and cheese omelet with salsa. Laid by the pool. Had ZERO motivation to do anything. Around 5pm we mustered up enough energy to walk to a pizzeria/bar for a few beers. Sat outside, in the wind. Not tropical weather. Not happy about it. 2 shots of tequila warmed us right up. Stopped in an Indian market- dot, not feather. Reminisced about all the fabulous food I ate in France. Bought some cereal, Pringles and an avocado. Walked to hotel. Made chicky soup. Dropped an egg in the soup, making it chicky-egg-drop soup. Watched “The Blind Side.” Shed many a tear (such a sap). Went to bed.

84: Slept in ‘til 10am. Looked like the Elephant Man from crying during the movie last night. Ran 6 miles along the beach. Thoroughly enjoyed breathing easier at sea level, the smell of salt water and sand beneath me. Did not enjoy dodging the Baked Blubber Babes turning their ta-ta’s into leather. Ate yogurt with cereal for breaky. Laid by the pool and caught up with Mr. Dawcy and Lizzy in P&P. Walked into Ibiza Town (10 min.). Not much going on since it’s STILL Easter weekend. Happy Easter by the way. Grabbed lunch at a great resto in the main square. Fabulous tuna salad. Walked around. Walked back to hotel, right in front of left. Made some tasty cocktails. Watched The Hangover. Laughed my ass off. Watched Chicago. Contemplated trying out for American Idol. Had a harsh reality check. Decided to walk to “Cube,” an Indonesian resto for a beer. Ate a hard-boiled Easter egg the owner gave us as we left. Danced my way back to the hotel. No, I’m not kidding.

85: Slept in until 11am. Experienced a lack of motivation, once again. Yogi, muesli and a banana for breaky. Watched ski videos from the Olympics. Wished I was skiing. Realized I was in Ibiza, Spain. Slapped myself. Watched “Sex & the City: The Movie” for the 800^th time. Found an ounce of energy in my big toe. Walked to town. Found a Canadian coffee shop that had BIG coffees.  Jumped for friggin’ joy when “Selena” handed me a caramel latte. Savored this heaven in my mouth for a few uninterrupted moments. Found a bookstore. Purchased the March issue of In Style. Turned into the happiest girl in the world. Decided to eat Chinese for dinner. Ordered chop suey veggies and almond chicken. Walked back to the hotel. Curled up in bed. Read my bible for a good 2 hours. Fell asleep with visions of Sam Edelman sandals dancing in my head.

Part II of Spring Break ’10 will continue tomorrow… ciao!