cabin fever y cadiz

We seem to have crossed over some invisible line of demarcation that separated the 'shitty waters and tempests' in which we were previously sailing, into the ‘pleasant seas and sunny skies’ area, which I hope is never ending. Great news, because the anticipation is over (you guys have no idea how long everyone has been waiting to just see the sun), but bad news bears for my (already lacking) studies. I brought a book out on deck to read today… I was outside for four hours… I got from page 23 to page 27. I did, however, find out the enormous amounts of boatcest that’s going on right now (obviously the far more interesting and important matter). I mean, I figured it was bound to happen, it’s a flippin’ floating mattress with nothing but locked doors, so I don’t think it would take a genius to realize (who)what 700 teenagers are willing to do, but I didn’t think it was going to take three days. Seriously, ladies, can we keep our vaginas in our pants until at least we’ve docked at the first port?

Whoever said that semester at sea academia is a no big deal, obviously took classes pass/fail. I have two papers and a midterm next week. Well, maybe I’m being a little melodramatic, one of the papers is kind of a joke (2 pages double-spaced. Really?) and the midterm is in a class covering topics that I took when I was a freshman in high school, but I mean, work is work… plus, direct credit transfer means my GPA is affected regardless. Kind of bogus. But that doesn’t even matter, because at the moment, I’m in Spain, sitting in an outdoor internet café, sipping on jack and coke, watching Los Estadios Unidos beat the crap out of España in fútbol; 2-0 is a beautiful thing to see. However, the Spaniards weren’t so receptive to the sound of crazy drunk college kids screaming “LOS ESTADOS UNIDOS SON MEJORES!”
So today, I got to explore Cadiz with my first SAS friend that I met on the plane. Background story about this city: super old port town in Spain that used to be rich, but now not so much; fun fact, it’s actually where Christopher Columbus sailed from when he stumbled upon the Americas. Random happenings/things I’ve learned while I’ve been here:

- An old Englishman from Davonshire named Colin Gibson (picture) is in Spain with his wife for a few days. He’s originally from Plymouth, which is also where Sir Francis Drake was from, and in the 1600s Drake fire-bombed the Spanish Armada in the Port of Cadiz. You might be asking yourself why you’re reading this, because it’s relevant to no one, and therefore, no one really needs to know this. And if you feel this way, then welcome to my life, fifteen minutes into the conversation that I was having with this man. All I did was say ‘hello,’ which may have been followed by ‘how are you?’ Mistake. Don’t ask open-ended questions.
- 6 pitchers of sangria in a day more detrimental to your health than you might originally think.
- Playing the piano, alone, when you’re drunk is no fun.; having your drunk friend try to play The Phantom of the Opera for you while he’s drunk and making up words is way better.
- They only serve good food on the boat on days when you’re not even on it
- Topless beaches... I'm pretty sure it's just a European excuse to screw in public