Just give me week day in Ibiza (almost donezies)

So if you are wondering where the post title comes from, it´s from this SUPER cheesy song called "One night in Ibiza." Look it up now so you understand a little more. They would play that song at least once at every party/club. So we would hear it on average three times a day. Sometimes, even, people would just start belting it randomly on buses or by the beach. You became accustomed to the insanity of Ibiza quite quickly.

This blog will mostly be just descriptions of the pictures... since, to be honest, that is how I remember what happened when... or even when I don´t actually remember.... Ohhhh Ibiza...

So I have a love hate relationship with ESN. They do organize a lot of really cool stuff for us, but they are SOOO badly organized it´s painful. Like they told us to arrive at the port at 6pm. Did not take to the bus to the ship for quite some time. Let´s just say most people were well on their way to drunkeness by the time we finally got on the boat. Including me. This is my homemade Sangria. Oranges, wine, vodka... yum :)

my partners in crime for the week. the shit we got into...

The boat to Ibiza was somewhere around 6 hours long. Literally the most fun I have had on a boat ever. Again, lack of organization.... we were boarded on the boat for at least an hour until it finally set sail. Butttt it´s okay the boat was insane. Super windy.. everyone hammered... dancing... music loud.... people would come up to you and kiss you. Turns out making out with random people all th e time is like the handshake of Ibiza.

Yes I have IBIZA written on my forehead. Don´t worry about it.

But seriously, after 6 hours of hardcore dancinig and running around and adventuring!!! We made it to IBIZA!!!! Of course we are all exhausted and it is well past 4am. We started out venture to Ibiza at like 6pm... so long day. And of course the horrible organization caused us to wait for at least an hour outside for the bus to take us to our hotel/apartment complex. My favorite comment by Neal (on the final bus): "how did we get here??" He was basically blackout by the time we got on the boat and then passed out at one point and slept on the floor and then like zombied his way back to the party and then blacked in next to me on the bus. Point for Ibiza.

Next morning was a struggle... still not quite sober and EVERYTHING hurting. The amount of bruises we had on our legs... We thought this was a good idea because we woke up relatively early (at like noon) and thought there wouldn´t be anyone awake yet and we had to go get our club entries and stuff..

We were SO wrong. We just tried not to make eye contact with anyone and keep our sunglasses on. It´s fine we were judged but we were the most comfortable and everyone else wasn´t looking too great either haha

So welcome to the most beautiful place in the world where it is culturally accepted (and expected) to be stupid all the time. Literally we were 2 minutes from the pool and one more from the ocean. 

Each day we had a pool party with a DJ that started at 4pm. The pool party was always themed which makes things kind of fun. Day number one was Flag party. Aka whats your nationality. I used Chris´s Austria flag paints to make a MURICA one. And then of course gotta rep Venezuela :)

USA/Venezuela, Holland, Slovenia

Didn´t find another Venezuelan but Colombia is our sister country. After this I would refer to him only as "Colombia" and he to me as "Venezuela." It´s funny, you stop asking people what their name is and just what country they are from. Since I don´t look like a typical American it causes some confusion.... Regardlesssss it´s much easier to remember a country then a crazy foreign (to me) name.

handshake. Normal.

I´m still confused as to why there were so many slovenians. and why aren´t they upside down???

TAKE ME BACKKKK

Our first actual night out was to PACHA! The largest club in the world, don´t worry. What is really nice is that we paid like 200 something euros for this whole trip and it was basically all inclusive. Normally it costs around 60 euros to get into the clubs in Ibiza. We had a club entry every night and since it was only Erasmus students (OVER THREE THOUSAND) there weren´t assssss many sketchy people. Granted, people would still try and sometimes succeed in grabbing your ass or kissing you and there were people fucking on the dance floor but still everyone was always super friendly! We made friends everyday and pregamed with random people in different rooms and such.

The theme for this party was school kids or whatever. I didn´t plan ahead at all for any of these parties so I decided I was the teacher :)

ROOMMATES :)

Our normal crewwww. SEE THE FANTA BOTTLES??? Guess what´s in them. Hint: the proportions tend to be 1: 3.

We normally did our pregaming stuff, or as my friends call it here "pre parties" until at least midnight and would head over to the bus around 1. Our time at this club was short lived... at least compared to the other nights. So they had this pool in the center of the club.... and we were all feeling great... and we decided to get in. Apparently you aren´t allowed to get into the pool??? WHY on earth would you put a pool in the middle of a club especially with a bunch of drunk college kids?? I am going to go ahead and clear my name and say it WAS NOT my idea. I very happily agreed with it.. But seriously, how many people can say they have been kicked out of the largest club in the world? We were there for like 2 hours before we had our brilliant idea. Totally worth it. When we got back to the apartment though we had our own pool party :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EywPNsaSkmI&feature=relmfu

Day 2, the pool party theme was Hawaiian. Again, I had nothing for this put my bathing suit was hawaiin ish.

I got so many compliments because of my PHI MU tank. Sorry if this is not nationals approved... What happens abroad is irrelevant? That is what I tell myself.

hunch bunch in Spain? Sangria.

This happened to me every single day after this. I don´t know what it is about me that yells, hey I think I want to be pushed in the pool right about now. I don´t even knowwww this guys.

It´s cool, all is harmless. This was the day that I had the most... fun. After being pushed in the pool, it decided to drop in temperature slash I was FREEZING. So I was headed back to the apartment to shower and get changed but as I was walking back, some people, only 1 that I actually knew, yelled out to me. I decided to climb on a roof to go hang out with them. I don´t know what we even talked about but I was there for like 2 hours and Neva and Anne were like worried that I had passed out somewhere random. No no just made some friends :) 

How did I make it to the foam party? We will never know.... BUT I got dressed all in white since it was white slash foam partyyy. Decided it would be a good idea to wear heels. I don´t know. I impress myself sometimes.

See this is an apartment party. Randomly, someone would play music really loudly, open their door, and people would come and play. I can honeslty say I only recognize 2 people in this room. But in these circumstances, the conversations we would have would be, " OHH what are you drinkg!? Where are you from!?" And that´s about all you could here, give some kisses and dance dance dance.

oh italians...

So this night is the most spotty for me. I am still confused as to why there were strippers...
The only thing that sucks about these giant clubs is that you spend half the time looking for people. I had NO idea where Neva and Anne were for the first two hours I was there. I was actually planning on leaving because I was kind of getting bored and didn´t feel like being gropped by random people. I did find a group of kids from Gandia that I knew but there dancing was too calm for me and my feet were like breaking in pieces. EVENTUALLY I found friends... Neva, Anne, Nate, Neal, Mats...

And then... THE FOAMMMM.

The foam was actually quite terrifying. You think its gonna be the coolest thing, and at first it really is. It just starts shooting from these blasters close to the ceiling and gets everywhereeee. You forget you are wearing real clothes (and Tahari heels..oops) and just like enjoy getting all soapy and stuff. I was in the pit so I was like front and center of this foam. Buttt then it keeps coming and coming and coming and soon its like over your shoulders and getting in your mouth and when you breathe in you inhale a combination of suds and soap and then your like OH FUCK I am gonna drown in this foam GET ME OUT OF HEREEEE.
If you are tall like this guy (Neal) then its great because you can always breather. Anne and I ended up getting on teh banister around the bit and dancing and then getting in the foam once it stopped blasting. I ended up leaving around 530 which is relatively early... Mats was taking care of me

andddd my feet were hurting. 30 euro taxi ride was a bummer though... can´t say I paid for it though.

Day 3. Possibly my favorite.

So it was really funny, everyday the party on the beach started later and later. Obviously, going out until obscene times (seriously the earliest I went to bed the entire week was 630am) does play a toll on everyone. Today, for some reason our room woke up pretty early.. Like 12. Yes I know that´s early.... NO one was on the beach. at all. we went back to the apartment and ate and napped adn then reemerged around 3 and then it got started. The pool party today was themed wear your Ibiza shirt. It was the best one of the entire week. I don´t even know why but seriously everyone was INSANE.

the two guys on the right are two of the ESN coordinators

roomz :)

They had the Spanish hunch punch out again, and I really don´t know whatttt was up with everyone but EVERYONE was outside dancing by 5pm. The hunch punch soon became used to pour on everyone around you. Wine, vodka, fruit, you name it was being hurled in everyyyy direction. Nate stole a bottle of vodka, climbed up on some chairs and basically started doing a strip tease and pouring shots into people´s mouth. It was like the stuff you see on TV. Insanity.

And again into the water... yes mister italian guy with the pretty blue eyes, you have successfully put me in the pool...

seriously the best party I have ever been to.

i don´t know where I was at this point... but Neva and her Spanish guys hehe

we made some friends on the beach and they invited us for dinner. Yum :)

Then some more apartment parties. Oh the theme was "sexy pajamas party" or something. Again, I had to be creative and wear my actual pajamas. I didn´t know anything about the theme parties and since I had justttt come from Barcelona monday and we left for Ibiza tuesday I didn´t really have time to go shopping or anything. worked out though.

i think i am slovenian at heart. i don´t know what is written on my chest.

The following day.. oh that was the biggest struggle of my life. I stayed at the club with Nate and Neal until it closed basically so I was heading back on the bus while the sun was rising and was able to watch it on my balcony.... Not smart. So everyday they had like a cultural excursion. I don't really know for who because everrrry single day I slept until like 14, and I thought the majority of the people were as well (i think normally 30 people went... out of 3000 haha). For some reason, EVERYONE decided to go to the excursion to Fromerterra. It's a small island that was suppose to be very beautiful. I woke up, after like two hours of sleep, completely no sober, put on some clothes, attempted to make myself look less like shit, and ran out of the door with shorts and a tshirt.
That is all. No phone. No money. No wallet. No sweater. Brought a towel though!


It was really nice on the top part, but as soon as we started moving it got SO cold.

Found this like secret room wher eyou could watch the water. It looks cool but it was actually quite terrible. Really warm, and claustraphobic. I got kind of dizzy from the five minutes I was in here..

So I didn't bring my wallet.. but the thing to do in is like rent a car or scooter and go around the island. I was with the Austrians, Maria, and Neal. We walked about three km from where the boat left us and just layed. I was seriously soooo tired. I just kinda slept. We had very very limited conversation and we attempted to talk it didn't even make much sense. ALL of us were asking the same question: WHY did we come? Ibiza is an island and the beach is right in front. Plus it started to rain later. It was kind of funny, seriously we just spent the day doing nothing and not talking at a beach when we could of done the same thing without all the effort.

BUT this is what we coulddd of seen. Neva rented scooters with the Spanish boys (I think I would of crashed if I had tried to drive) and went around the island. I am a little jealous. Stupid drunk Camila not bringing her wallet...