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Sunday was a slow start, I was sick through out the night from the seafood soup. Johan set of early in the morning to find a pharmacy to try and save the day, but alas in the end it took me 3 days before I could stomach any food. Izak will be happy to see very little commentary on food. We spend the whole day on Sunday driving from Porto inland towards the Spanish boarder. The roads through the Duoro valley was winding and pretty, not that I saw to much of it, I had ...
... which I thought were the words most of my life! Anyway we arrived in Ibiza where I grabbed my bags and then had to go to the carpark where I got picked up by a shuttle bus which took me to the car rental place where I got the car. I decdied to rent a car for the time I was here since a taxi would cost me 25euro each way for just the airport, and the car was only 100 for 3 days, also I'd heard to explore other beaches on the island since ...
My relfective written at the bus station at Foz do Iguaçu Paraná, Brazil 11th August 2011
1. Age ain't nothing but a number. 20 year olds can have more common sense than people twice their age.
2. Always lock your room door when the hostel has a cat.
3. Make sure your Spanish teacher can speak English or you'll end up wanting to scream & cry.
4. Bring spare contacts everywhere.
... sea. Sychronizing my breathing with the waves, I found running on the sand added this new element of challenge that I quite enjoyed.
Thursday was my last full day on the island and it was time to check out the gym that Lorenzo recommended. Located on a rooftop, I went out on the cement and pumped out some cardio and core circuits in the heat. (My attempt to burn off all of the bocadillo sandwiches, paella and pasta dishes that we´ve been indulging in every day)
... pink eye AGAIN, but in both eyes. Awesome luck. Also I still have a raging head cold with a cough. I missed Valencia's yearly festival, the Battle of the Flowers (a pretty literal description) because I was passed out. That was disappointing, but looking back at my wild weekend I really have no regrets. Club entrance fees were super-expensive (up to 45 Euros), so I only bought one souvenir, an awesome shirt that advertises the "best global club", ...