the trip, part two - - day by day...this is going to be long.
okay, are you ready for the long-ass entry about my trip? i think i'll ljcut the words instead of the pictures, since the words take up more room, haha. except there are some days where things happened that are important, cause i might mention them again in the near future or something...so i dunno. we'll see, haha. here we go...
Arrived in Palma, Mallorca, after a very very long plane ride. Ugh. very, very, extremely long. Swam a bit, slept on a deck chair, blahblahblah, you know the drill. Ate dinner with the very gorgeous boy, Gary. He seemed nice at the time. Made a couple friends that I never really hung out with after that, we just sorta walked around and said random things to each other, I wouldn't say they were a very talkative or interesting group of people. I barely saw them after that night.
We had to get up earlyish to do a safety drill thinger. I was tired. I went to the "teen room" thinger at 11:00 for a meeting. After hearing what our supervisor person, Ben, told us about what the week would be like (what times they were playing movies and whatnot), we all went into the room to watch Bruce Almighty. Nobody talked. Afterwards, we did some music trivia thing. That got us all talking. It was Josh, Dan, Nicola, Laura, Emma, Ben, Luke and Preston. We went into the teen room and talked for a while. I was the only Canadian in the room, and they were very curious about it, haha. They asked me questions for an hour or so, everything about school, weather, shopping, cars, laws...you name it, they wanted to know. I got along especially well with Josh and Preston. Then someone asked Josh if he "fancied" me and he admitted that he sort of did, and everyone was like "oh my god do you like him? would you go out with him? would you kiss him? how far would you go? blahblahblah..." and I was like "well actually, i have a boyfriend." That didn't go over too well, I should have just said I didnt like him. But then I would have felt mean. Anyway, they spent a couple hours trying to convince me that it's not cheating if you're not even on a continent, that Brenden was probably cheating on me, that he would never know so it wouldnt matter, that I was never going to see Josh again after that week, that Josh was probably cuter than my boyfriend, that I needed to make his vacation more fun, that I couldn't hurt him and tell him no, that if he kissed me first and I went along with it then it wasn't cheating...and so on, I'm sure you get it. Of course, I told them I disagreed and that I loved my boyfriend and we'd been going out forever and he was really good to me and whatnot. They just shook their heads. None the less, it was an awesome day...we just got to know each other, playing "truth" and stuff, asking stupid questions about who we liked most on the ship, who we thought had the best personality, who was the best looking, how far we'd gone with a person...you know, stupid immature things like that. but it was fun, because...well...there was nothing else to do. Later that night, we made friends with an incredibly gorgeous girl (Lauren, if you saw the pictures in the last entry. I explained about why a lot of people didn't like her.) and all of the boys immediately fell for her. Including Josh. That got everyone's mind off of me and him. I was glad. The group of us went to the CHOCOLATE BUFFET at midnight. It was awesome. I love chocolate. Mmm...that night, I went to bed knowing the rest of the week was going to kick ass.
my dinner table =)
Our first port, I went into Cadiz, Spain. It was gorgeous. It's been voted the cleanest city in Europe, and it really is. It was so authentic feeling, there were people washing their door steps and accordian players and laundry hanging from balconies and little dogs running around. And all the rows of little shops. There were no hotels or anything, it was so nice and not commercialized or anything. They had THE BEST jewellery stores. Ahh. We weren't off of the ship for too long, because it was hot out and we'd walked through enough shops and stopped at a cafe already. So I hung out with my friends for the rest of the day. We did...cool things. Like touching lightbulbs. That really hurt. And talked about our sexual fantasies and whatnot. Yup, that's what cool people do when they get bored. That day, we started breaking things in our teen room. We made a light smoke, an air conditioning vent fall out of the ceiling, and broke he wall in three places. Ahh. Productiveness. At about midnight, we all got into our bathing suits and jumped into the pool. We got in trouble. But then they let us stay for a little while. It was awesome. Fun day.
This day was amazing. We had to get up early, because we were going on a tour. The port was Casablanca, Morocco. Yeah, that's Africa. My third continent, biiitch! We, however, didn't spend any time in Casablanca. We took a four hour bus ride to Marrakech. It was absolutely insane. I wouldn't exactly call it fun. Or pretty. Or nice. But it was real africa, and people actually live there...so I didn't complain about it. It was dirty, smelly, intimidating. There were pickpocketers, and meat sellers and people who conned you into giving them money. One guy put a snake around my neck, and wouldn't take it off until my dad paid him. There were real snake charmers there, but if you got caught taking a picture of them, they'd make you pay like 5 euros or something. People rode donkeys. Women had their bodies completely covered up, even though it was 43 degrees or something. Shit, it was hot. It was a gross experience. But, it was an experience. And I would love to go back to places like that, not because it's FUN, exactly, but it's something that not many people will ever experience in their lives and it's pretty interesting to see how other people live. I got hit on 9872986987680876998726 times, by boys who looked to be from the ages of anywhere from 12-60. It was rather disgusting. Even with my dad standing beside me, they would wave or grab my arm or blow a kiss, or look me up and down really obviously, or follow me, or start talking to me in Islamic or French or something. I had a lovely conversation in French with one boy at a store...he was 12, maybe, VERY adorable. He had the cutest smile! And was like "Bonjour!" and I said "Bonjour!" and he said "Cava?" and I sort of stumbled over my words (it's been a while since I've actually done french, with having Ms. Hart as a teacher and all) and he was like "Cava Bien?" and I was like "Oui! Cava Bien!" and he smiled at me and he had the most adorable smile in the world! It was so cute...but we had to move on. I was sad. Haha. So yeah, I count that as making a friend in Africa. Booyeah. Africa is pretty damn cool. We didnt get back to the ship until pretty late, so I just spent the night with the kids.
woman buying meat in market
kid riding in cart full of onions or something like that
the vegetable markets
when the freaky guy put the snake around my neck so my dad would pay him to take it off
Gibraltar is gorgeous. If you ever get the chance, go there. It's wonderful. If you don't know what Gibraltar is, it's a little isthmus thinger...but it's got a flat part, and then a huge rock in the middle of it. Just...a huge rock. A couple thousand fee high, a couple miles long. There are tunnels and caves inside it, that we got to go inside. And at the top there's the prettiest view. There were great shops at the bottom, in the little town. The best part of Gibraltar? We have squirrels running around, right? They have monkeys. Oh man, I love monkeys. They were everywhere. They're soooo adorable. Later, on the ship, I skipped dinner to go eat at the buffet with my friends so that we could go to karaoke. It was interesting. Then we went to the outside upper deck and played truth or dare. I swear, there was nothing else to do. Haha. I had to moon people off of it. *Sigh* Good times. This was the night where I was pretty upset about missing Brenden and Tayleigh and the rest of the people at home. Preston noticed it. He came and sat with me, gave me a hug and asked me what was wrong. I was just sorta sitting on the riser things, with him next to me, and his arm was sorta around me and I told him how much I missed my boyfriend and best friends and how I hadn't seen Tay in forever and how Brenden might not be home when I got home and Preston said to me "You really do love Brenden like you said you do, don't you? You must really miss him. But I bet he misses you more." and I was just like "I dunno..." and he said "You know, this Brenden lad is a really, really lucky guy. I hope he knows that. ...I'd give anything to be that lucky." I didn't really know what to say. So I gave him a hug and told him he was a sweetie. But for some reason when he said that, I felt really sad. Maybe because I missed Brenden, or maybe because I felt bad because Preston liked me and I didn't like him back, or maybe because everyone had made such a big deal of me &Josh...or maybe because I felt like all that stuff about Brenden being lucky wasn't true.
a baby monkey in between it's parents. AWWWW.
me and a monkey
I think this might have been my favourite night. During the day, we went into Ameria, and it was really pretty and everything. It reminded me of a European New York, except cleaner and a little less crowded. Maybe more like a Boston. But there were tons of shops, and the crowded, wide sidewalks. The only problem? ...No one spoke English! Whenever we bought things, they'd have to write down the price so we could see, and they had a hell of a time trying to explain to my mom that she needed to show her passport or drivers liscence to use her Visa. That night was so much fun, though. We all went to the upper deck again, except by then we were pretty sick of Truth or Dare, haha. So we all sat on the top of the big stacks of deck chairs. There were only so many, so we were like all piled on top of each other. During the day, sometime, Josh had told Lauren he liked her and she'd pulled the whole "lets just be mates" card. I felt bad for him. That's twice in one week. So later, when there was the midnight buffet, I went with Dan, Josh &Preston. We basically had a girl talk. We exchanged advice about girls &guys, I was especially trying to help Josh with how to get Lauren. He asked me the best way to ask out a girl, how to let her know he likes her, and "how to make her feel like she's the most beautiful girl in the world, because that's what [he] wanted her to feel". AWWWW. What a sweetie. Josh is so adorable. I was giving them advice like complimenting her quite a bit, but not to the point where it gets cheesy or annoying. And not to use cliche things like that they have "the nicest eyes"...but pay attention to things, and notice stuff. I told them a cute way to get her to know you like her is to stare at her. Which I think is pretty true. And pretend that you weren't when she sees you. Heh. Awww. And so on and so on, we just exchanged advice and stuff. They asked what my favourite body part of a boy was, not including facial features...I said stomach. It turned out that Josh had a pretty nice six pack...haha. Anyway, it was a really fun night. It just seemed like we got so much closer, you know? Too bad it was our second last. Awww, Dan gave me a rose he stole from a decoration and was like "Kind of a waste of a rose, don't you think?" and I was like "THANKS!! That's so mean!" and he said "Well, the beauty of this rose is nothing compared to that of you, Glenn..." and I burst out laughing and was like "Shit, that's the corniest thing I've ever heard. Love you Dan." and gave him a huge hug. Haha.
the bufffffet
Our last day on the ship. So sad. But it was such a good day. Ibiza was cool, good shopping there. But the thing is that we didn't get into the port until noonish or so. There's a siesta (some people were surprised to hear those actually exist...but they do) from anywhere from around 1-4:30. All of the girls and most of the boys got off the ship and went to the beach early, so that they could shop later. But since my family was spending the whole next week at the beach, we didn't. So it was just Josh, Preston and Scous left on the ship with me. We had so much fun. We had a bowling tournament, haha...Josh and I were in the final. I lost. Bleh, haha. But it was sort of weird, when I went to give him a handshake for winning, he gave me a hug. I just sorta ignored it, it's not like I would tell him not to hug me or anything. We had a fun day. Though there were two things I noticed that I chose to ignore. One was that Preston seemed to be taking my advice on how to make a girl feel good. He noticed that I was wearing new earrings, and he complimented me on them. He complimented my top and told me my skirt made me look taller and that the whole outfit was great, it made me look "even thinner". Bless him. Haha. Also, I noticed Josh was doing the whole staring thing. I was like "...not this again." But it was a supersuper fun day, we just hung out and talked and laughed and had fun. That night, we all hung out in our big group again, our last night. It seemed like the whole time I was always beside either Preston or Josh. I didn't have a problem with it or anything, I mean I love both of them...but only as friends. Eventually, at like 1:30 a.m., we got kicked out of our teen room because we broke too much stuff, haha. And some idiot was throwing deck chairs off of the ship, lmfao. So Janelle and Josh and I spent a while playing cards in a stairwell. Fun, eh? Well, there was nowhere else to go. But eventually, we all had to go...Janelle said she was going to run to the bathroom and then come back and say bye. So Josh and I started saying our goodbyes, cause I for sure wouldn't see him the next morning (he stayed another week on the ship, so that means he didn't have to get up the next morning) and I went to hug him goodbye (everybody hugged goodbye) and then he kissed me. And I mean KISSED me. Like full out snog, with tongue and everything (everybody did NOT makeout goodbye, i can tell you that much!!). I was really taken by surprise, so I guess I sort of let it happen for a couple seconds...not on purpose but it didn't really click with me. I know this was in the wrong order, but my initial thoughts were: "holy shit, this kid is an amazing kisser" and then "holy shit, this isn't brenden" and I pulled away and I was like "...I have a boyfriend!!!" and then he felt all bad and apologized and everything and I was like "I'm sorry I just can't, I feel bad and I really care about him and you're a great guy but obviously it could never go anywhere..." blahblahblah. It was...weird feeling.
Got up early, ate breakfast, went to the lounge to meet the kids and wait for the call to get the shuttle to our resort. Originally, it was Scous &Austin &Me. But afterwards, Janelle, Justin, Preston, Emma, Rachel, Jodie, and a couple other kids met up with us, too. I was sitting beside Austin and Janelle, in the middle of the booth thinger, but when Preston got there he squeezed past everyone to sit between me and Janelle. We all sat around and talked...then Preston took out his MP3 player, which can record things people say. He told me that he wanted me to say something to him...only me. So I said into it how much I loved him and would miss him, and then i kissed him on the head to get the "muaaaah" sound on it. Heh . It turned out perfectly, and he said he'd keep it forever. Haha. He wrote me the sweetest message on one of his bills, saying "Hi Glenn (my wife)...I'm going to miss you lots. I hope Brenden doesn't find out about our marriage. I love you always, Glenn, more than you can know...Preston". Aww. Love him. I had to leave first. I gave everyone huge hugs, and left. I was so sad. Then, as I was walking down the gangway, I heard my name being called. I looked up, and everybody was all on the Promenade deck, seven decks above me, waving and calling to me. It made me smile and almost cry, lol. I got into the bus, and we had to wait a while. They don't have tinted windows on their busses...so we could still see each other. Everyone sorta stopped the waving and they were all talking...except Preston. He ran down the way a bit so he was closer to the bus and he was like dancing to get my attention, hehe. He kept on waving and stuff...making pouting faces. Then, when the busses engine started, he mouthed to me "I love you" and I mouthed "I love you too"...and then he smiled a sad smile and waved. And then I drove away and I'll never see any of them ever again.
Our hotel was beautiful, right on the beach and everything. But I was lonely, missing everybody, and in a shitty mood for the better half of the week. We had a couple beach days, I went parasailing, and went into Palma to shop and sightsee a bit. Nothing worth writing out day by day.
the roads we took through the mountains in mallorca
the view from my hotel
my dad and i parasailing
Wow, that was long. If any of you read that whole thing, which I know nobody did, haha...God, you must have been bored.
Glenn <3