How hard, how hard this will be. Writing a blog is not in my nature as anyone reading this should probably know by this point. My ability at staying “in touch” and communicating even with my best friends and family is seriously tested and often times fails when traveling abroad. However, I vow at this point to make an effort worthy of the friendships and family that I am fortunate enough to have.
There is much to say and most of it is boring to all who are not experiencing it first hand. Thus, I will try to spare the reader as much as possible the details of my daily life. Nevertheless, in order to bring the reader up to speed, I feel it necessary to include a brief synopsis of the events leading up to this entry.
First, I arrived in Palma de Mallorca the 2nd of October wide eyed and full of anticipation for the months to come. I was immediately swept into the current that most call life and that some struggle against. It carried me to Eivissa, Ibiza with my new American friend Nate and spit us out in an apartment overlooking the Mediteranian Sea and the minor island of Formentera.
At the time of our arrival the island was bursting with life and the clubs were in the processes of producing their most delicate and flavorful fruits. The Closing Party. However, for all concerned, these beats are not organic. They are fertilized by Londoners and their synthetic drugs which must be shiped and flown from overseas. Therefore, the energetic cost of growing one Closing Party is roughly equivilent to flying a jumbo jet to Mars and back. Nevertheless, as quickly as the fruit ripens the tree dies. As the first frost comes to the island it encapsulated all that is related to turism in a thick ice. No more turists, no more clubs, no more hotels...
Since then I have become very much accustomed to the relaxed, if at times frustratingly slow, pace of life on the island. Working a mere 12 hours a week has given me much practice at doing nothing and being lazy. As for the twelve hours of work that is actually accomplished each week (really only about 10) it is mostly a waste of time. The differences between American high schools and Spanish high schools is immense to say the least. The main, and most interesting, points of diversion are the lack of graded homework, the lack of in class assignments, and for the most part the complete absence of interesting lesson plans.
In one week my father will be here and we will travel through the south of Spain which I am very excited to see. After that my beautiful girlfriend Liz will be joining the adventures in Ibiza for the remainder of my time here.
Things are good. I am happy. Another post will come soon.
