Whoa! We're going to Ibiza!! - well we went..

After a lovely week with the family it was time for our Easter holiday from uni and my chance to get to the beach.  As Keri had never been to Spain before and I wanted to get to the coast we decided a beach holiday was in order.  We chose Ibiza because it is meant to be nice in April, before the clubbing season starts.  So our plan for some sun, sea and cocktails came to be during my one week holiday! (one week seemed very very short after my normal five from Durham :P)

On the Saturday afternoon I made my way into Madrid and checked into our hostel for the night.  The hostel was literally an apartment which the guy owned... very amusing and thank God I speak Spanish as his English was non-existant.  I then went to meet Rachel, Danielle and Holly, three lovely linguists from Durham for dinner.  Danielle and Holly are currently placed in Madrid and Rachel was visiting from Bilbao so it was the perfect occasion to see them.  After a good catch up and a lesson in how to make a Spanish Tortilla from Danielle's housemate I headed to the airport to collect my American friend!! he he!

The flight was a bit delayed (of course it was I hear you say!!) so I made the most of my time and explored terminal 4 - the newer part of Madrid Airport and quite frankly the much nicer part.  I was also greatly amused by the bouquet of flowers vending machine...  Then suddenly I heard some Germans come through the doors, so then I thought.. she's coming and low and behold appeared a Miss Keri Forbringer.

After a good night's sleep we made our way back to the airport the next morning for our flight to eebeeza (as Keri would say).  I was slightly disappointed the Vengaboys song didn't come on as we took off but you know.. The flight went by really quickly (it's only 55mins) and thanks to the clear blue skies we enjoyed looking down at the Spanish countryside and then the sea.  Very quickly we could see the island and got pretty excited!!  Once landed, we got a taxi to our hotel in San Antonio.  We stayed at the Hotel Puchet and I would hugely recommend it.  We went expecting a hostel and found a newly refurbished hotel with a nice pool, nice rooms and breakfast included.

As it was only mid afternoon we decided to go and explore.  We found the beach very quickly and enjoyed walking along the sea front before getting stopped by a guy trying to pull people into his bar.  He did a good job and we enjoyed a cold beer looking out at the port.  We then went to a couple more bars along the way before getting to the Golden Buddha and getting a pitcher of Sangria to enjoy the sunset.  A good start to the week!  The following day we made the most of the pool and spent the entire day enjoying the sun and just taking some time to do nothing.  I also made the most of the pool, as I haven't been swimming for a long time and was greatly amused by the fully grown man who thought the pool was too cold so took about half an hour to jump in.  That evening we got a few beers and some chorizo and chilled on the balcony.  We had a lot to talk about :)

On the Tuesday we decided to rent bikes and go on a little adventure around the coast.  We set off with no plan or expectations and were pleasantly surprised by what we found.  We came across some beautiful little coves and thanks to it not being peak season at times we went for ages without seeing anyone.  We ended up going through the mountains at some point (which nearly killed me due to my current lack of fitness - I am hitting the gym immediately in July!) and the scenery was stunning.  The last beach we went to was just beautiful... there are no words...  I really enjoyed the cycle back as it was all down hill and I loved having the wind in my hair.. he he what a cliche!

Day three was spent on a big long beach on the south east coast of the island.  It was the most beachy beach there and I really enjoyed another day of just reading and taking in the sea and sun.  The following day it was a little overcast so we made our way to Ibiza town on the East coast.  We explored the fishing port for a while enjoying all the little alleys and then went up to the top of the fortress.  We then enjoyed a couple of cocktails :P on a Plaza as the sun went down.

On the last day we had lunch in the sun before getting on the plane back to Madrid.  We stayed the night in Alcala and then went into the city for the day.  What started out as a fairly grey day turned into a lovely one and so we made the most of all the touristy sites and then got a rowing boat in the lake, having bought macaroons.  Life was pretty good :)  We then went to a lovely Plaza - Plaza Santa Ana for dinner and some Sangria.  The next day I took Keri to the airport and we said goodbye - thank God I am going to Salzburg in less than a week!!!!! :D  And now for the photos:

 The Spanish countryside

 The island from above

 My current background on my laptop

 Keri-sized door :)

 :D

 The hotel pool

 Photographer Keri

 ahhhh holidays...

 he he he

 LOL

 This reminded me of the car in the Inbetweeners... but better ;)

 Ibiza town

 Keri giving me a heart attack..

 Ibiza town

 Semana Santa parade in Alcala on Good Friday

 Rowing in the Retiro

 Classy ladies..

 We played on this for quite a while..

 Just cycling along..

 We're here!!!

 Madrid - the park by the Palace where the incident that shan't be named occurred..

The calm not before but after the storm

I have just spent an entire weekend disconnected from what I would call reality.  After an enormous storm our Internet got disconnected and Spain being Spain, it is taking them a while to get us reconnected.   Reconnected in every sense of the word.  It is unbelievable how much I have come to depend on the being connected and it has taken removing it for two days for me to realise how important a part of my life it has become.

I think being abroad this year has only helped highlight this aspect of my life because my laptop and the Internet are quite literally my only real contact with home and with everyone I know.  Skype has become my new telephone and my emails are something I check on an hourly basis just incase someone has messaged me with their news. 

I have always prided myself on being someone that didn’t need the latest new toy or technology because there is a big part of me that enjoys being a little ‘old fashioned’.  The part that loves going for a long walk for no real reason or loves playing board games with friends to pass the time.  So it disappoints me that I found an entire weekend with no Internet quite difficult.

At first I just didn’t know what to do with myself.  All I wanted to do was check facebook and twitter to see what people were up to and then my emails for news from friends, family and my uni. When I realised this wasn’t going to be possible for the entire day I began to wonder what I was going to do with myself.  Trapped inside thanks to the hammering rain I considered it the perfect opportunity to get on with my essay.  However then I realised this too was going to be difficult as my dictionary, grammar book and sources of information are all online.  Having already drafted the whole thing in English and translated most of it into Spanish already, it is at the stage for checking and perfection, which certainly requires all of the above mentioned sources.

I also have no DVDs with me and have finished all my books except for my Spanish novel for next year.  So, a day of thinking and watching everything on my itunes was in order.

It was actually quite nice to be separate from everything.  It is amazing how much more you can listen to the little voices in your head when you aren’t trying to do ten things at once.  Being in Austria I had a lot of time on my own and today has reminded me of how beneficial that is every now and then.  I am someone who likes to be on the go all the time and so taking a break or stopping for 5 minutes used to seem scary.  But now I can quite appreciate it. 

So after a fairly shaky start to the day it can be said that I a) survived and b) managed to amuse myself for an entire day from very little.

Sunday morning I woke up with an awful feeling of dread in my stomach… a whole other day of nothing was just not an option!  So I made my way over to Flossie’s for some Internet stealing and then we went out for an early dinner.  Then I spent another evening in with my housemates.  Having no internet has made us all much more sociable and we have spoken more in the last two days than in the last two weeks… and we talk a LOT haha!

I am now in McDonald’s, one of the only two WiFi locations in Alcala and am going to spend the afternoon here, by which time hopefully the internet in CRUSA will be up and running once again… fingers crossed…

It is time for me to get back to my essay…So Adios! xxx

Muggings in Madrid and other news..

So just two weeks after my trip home the UK it was time for Mummy Baikie to come out for a week and then Bianca and Daddy Baikie made it out for four days, within that week.

Mum arrived and we spent Thursday and Friday exploring Alcala.   The city is a world Heritage Site so has lots of beautiful buildings to see and visit.  We walked around enjoying the sunshine and saw the University buildings (where I have my lectures - they are stunning!), the palace, the monastry, the Cathedral, the big wall which used to surround the city and we even managed a little visit around Cervantes' House. 

Then on Saturday morning we made our way into Madrid to meet Bianca and dad as they arrived and after we dropped everything off at our hotel, we made our way into the centre for a day of sightseeing and tourist behaviour. 

This is when the title of my post becomes relevent.  On the metro from Tribunal to Sol my purse got stolen, right out of my zipped shut bag which was held under my arm...  I thought I was doing everything right but it turns out when it's going to happen, it will happen.  The metro was already packed and just as the doors were shutting four people threw themselves into it and jostled everyone around for the whole journey.  Therefore no one had any idea what was happening.  They clearly had a plan and also had a knife.  Mum's bag got slashed into (luckily they got into an empty outer pocket), Dad felt someone go for his pocket but he got there first and the zip on my bag was forced open from the wrong end and unlucky for me that's just where my purse was.  Hey ho, all they got was 53cents (the benefit of being a student) and a lot of plastic.  It was annoying to deal with but at the end of the day it's nothing.  There was something sentimental which someone special gave me to take on my year abroad and this is the one thing which still upsets me/winds me up.  Upsets me because I lost it and winds me up because it will mean nothing to them!! GRRRR!!!  Ah well, we are all safe and that is the important thing.

After said incident we went round the main sites, Sol, Plaza Mayor (saying hi to fat Spiderman on the way of course), the palace, the cathedral and then down Gran Via.  After all the sun and walking we were pretty tired so just headed back to the hotel and had a late dinner in the bar.  The next day we went all the way down to Atocha and then walked back up towards the centre of town and saw the 'Wedding Cake' building and then went for a leisurely afternoon in the park.  I then headed home to do some work before uni and teaching the next day.

On the Monday night we had a lovely meal and then it was time to say bye to dad and Bianca on the Tuesday morning and I got to enjoy a couple more days with mum before it was bye to her too.  Here are some of the best photos from the weekend.

 With Fat Spiderman in Plaza Mayor

 Flying with Spiderman...

 Mummy and Daddy Baikie :)

 Such a Baikie family moment...

 Bianca and her Chocolate y Churros

 Temptation...

 he he he he

 In Atocha train station

 sisters..

 Mum in Cervantes' house

Alcala by night

Confessions of a Chocoholic...

So, having completed lent - something I realise I never really commented on - I am ashamed to admit that in the past 24 hours I have consumed a total of 8.. yes 8 chocolate bars and 2 pain au chocolats.  And I thought this 40 days of chocolate was meant to help my little chocolate addiction.  If anything it has made it worse..

What I have realised was during lent I would crave chocolate but then thought of all the reasons for going 40 days without and then would stop myself.. however now I have nothing stopping me!!  

I proved I could do it, to myself most importantly and to everyone else who doubted me *cough* Keri, Lucy, Sam *cough* to name but a few. But now where does it leave me?!  I still feel like I am doing something wrong when buying chocolate but then remind myself that now I can.. maybe I should just keep the ban going? Who knows?  

All I know is when I first started eating chocolate again I didn't want it and was SO shocked.  I thought to myself.. 'What have I done!!!' However within a few days I was back to my normal self, eating chocolate as regularly as most people have a drink ( a non alcoholic drink :P) 

Maybe the one difference is that I no longer feel that I NEED chocolate.  This is quite honestly a feeling I sometimes get, much as I would imagine a smoker feels when they need a cigarette.  The feeling that the world WILL end if I do not have that little sweet, sticky piece of yummy goodness.  This is perhaps best illustrated with a little story.  

Imagine Bischofshofen (my beautiful mountain town in Austria) in winter... it is night time, it is cold (probably about minus 15 something tropical like that :P) and it is hammering down with snow.  Then imagine me... craving chocolate as if there is no tomorrow... then see me actually get dressed (I was in my pyjamas) and get my snow boots and jacket on and trek the whole way to the station just to get some chocolate from the vending machine.... 

Judge all you want!! Now I look back and laugh, but really.. it's not that funny!

The good news is that after my experience this year I don't think there will be any late night snow adventures for me! :)  I have also realised that I actually feel quite proud in having achieved the full 40 days, despite MANY temptations - I even passed on Ben and Jerry's in Ibiza AND Chocolate and Churros in Madrid  THREE times!!!

So, my conclusion to this very random blog post can be that I no longer feel quite so attached.  Chocolate will still feature heavily in my life I am sure but maybe with slightly less importance as I now know I can control said addiction...

Goodnight

 Amazing Ice cream in a crepe - the crepe serves as the cone.. two of my faves combined!!