Yes, i know that's not actually a spanish greeting. It's all I hear all the time, though and it's one of the only Spanish words I have learned. So time for an update since it's been a few days. First I will tell you about our day trip to Mahon. Some of us got up early to catch the 10am bus into the city. As we approached the bus stop i saw the long line up and my hopes sank. And as I had guessed we weren't allowed onto the bus because there was a lack of space. Although I'm convinced the driver was just bitchy because we couldn't speak Spanish and all I could communicate to him was the group of us were 6 people. He turned us away and then I watched as he let on about six other people simply because they weren't travelling together. It worked out in the end for the best, though because we were able to rent a car for about the same price and had more freedom. We aimed to visit the gin distillary and the museum but because of the crap hours both were closed when we arrived in the middle of a Saturday. We shopped around and I picked up a few things for some special people back home. We did eat lunch down by te port which was really nice. We walked for about 4 hours that day and by the time we got back we were pretty tired. We opted for buying pastries to soothe the weariness. We had our regular tea time after dinner and spent the evening reading, talking and prepping for going back to work the next day. Sunday we were reluctant to get up and all passed out on the bus ride there. We spent both the morning and afternoon digging. I have ended up with idiotic tan lines and have not only glove and sock tan lines but also a stripe across my lower back and circles around my eyes indicating where my sunglasses had been. I successfully dug another trench but also smoked myself in the knee with a pick axe. I have a lovely bruise as a result. Last night the room was incredibly hot so sleep was scarce again and today dragged by slowly. Our energy levels have dropped as a group but I think we will recover by tomorrow. Or at least I hope so. Nina fell on her face on our way up to the dig site and I just missed it. It's too bad, really, that would've been quite funny. I have also managed to lose three pairs of underwear. I shoved about 7 pairs in a friend's laundry bag and I only received four pairs back. It's a good thing I brought crappy underwear but i really want to know where it went. The woman who does our laundry cannot speak English, not even a little so I can't even ask. It's really comical, actually. Some of the girls think she took them home, others think they blew off the roof where she hangs the laundry. Maybe they're in someone's yard, someone else's home or lost in a black vortex of missing laundry. I say they're lost in translation and I have accepted I will never see them again. There have been moments I wish I could document better. That is all for now because I am tired. Goodnight Ottawa!
Travelling with three less pairs of panties,
Travelling with three less pairs of panties,
- Liz
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