srprs.me! Part 2

After the roadtrip on the island we went to the city-wall on top of the hill to see the sunset. (Since Ibiza city is on the east-side of the island, you can’t really see the sunset though, but still.) Casell and Chris bought some beer, and Paul and I shared a wine. That was not a super good plan though, since I hadn’t eaten that much that day and I was super tired so after one glass of wine I got tipsy already. But hey, at least I had fun! I really enjoyed sitting there, talking with my new friends and looking at the view.

After that I had the best fish ever.

The next day we were going on an adventure. Paul knew a secret beach and he wanted to show us. The idea was to go early because Carla had to leave that day. But after a long conversation with Paul the night before (everyone else in our dorm was already sleeping – and snoring – when we went to sleep), we were the first to wake up… After a reaaally slow morning (drinking some fresh juice and buying some postcards – I could’ve stayed in bed for like three more hours but okay), we finally went to the beach. Paul did tell us we had to climb a bit. I just didn’t really expect he meant that literally. And it was definitely more than ‘a bit’. But I was really enjoying the climb and I took the time to get to the other side. The beach wasn’t that beautiful though, at least not as beautiful as the beach we saw the day before. But the experience was amazing!

When we got back in the hostel I had some me-time. I was exhausted after a short night and the climbing adventure so I needed some sleep. After that me and my camera went for a walk in the city. It was good to just wander around on my own for a while and explore the city. I wanted to get lost but since I’d already seen half of the city whilst in the bus on my way to the hostel, that didn’t really happen. The city is so beautiful and peaceful,  I felt really safe, even though I was all by myself.

After that I had the best paella ever.

I’ve learned so much from this experience. I cán handle things on my own. Even though some things didn’t go as planned or didn’t go as smooth as I had hoped for (like when you get out at the wrong busstop and have to walk with your luggage for a really long time), I still can survive. The fact that I didn’t know where I were going to, made that I could not look up anything about the city or island. At first I found that really frustrating, but when in the hostel I found out it made me flexible: because I hadn’t planned anything, I could just join the plans of others and enjoy the view and the experience. If you don’t plan anything, nothing can go wrong, right? I hope I can go on this kind of trips more often: just book a flight and a nice hostel and meet some amazing people.

I want to end this blog with a big shout out to all the lovely people I’ve met. Because without them it would not be as much fun as it was with them. So, dear Paul, Casell, Stefi, Carla, Chris, Josh and Micky: thank you. It was a pleasure to meet you, hasta pronto!

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srprs.me! Part 1

Last week I had my SRPRS.me-travel I told you about in this post! The week before I were going to leave, I got to know the weather (so I thought I knew what to pack for my city trip – little did I know). My parents brought me to the airport because I’d like to have some company when I was going to find out what my destination would be. So after one and a half week staring at my ‘secret envelope’ I could FINALLY open it. And there it was: Ibiza. I think I was in shock at first because, well, I didn’t see that one coming. Not. At. All. Because of the weather forecast I was thinking about Barcelona or Nice, not Ibiza. So this was definitely a surprise! A reaaally good surprise!

And then it started… I’ve been on my own in an airplane before so that didn’t scare me, but the part that I had to get from the airport to my hostel all by myself did kinda scare me. On the hostels website I read which bus I should take and that I should get out after the big McDonalds roundabout. So I kept searching for the McDonalds but did not see any big yellow M. After a while I had this feeling something wasn’t right. And indeed. Turned out the very first stop in Ibiza Town was the stop I had to get out and the bus was already on it’s way back to the airport once I figured out. So I just jumped out of the bus at the next stop and had to walk for 30 minutes. Thank God for Google Maps.

After I had found the hostel, a new adventure started: getting to know people. Since this was the first time I stayed in a hostel, this was a really big step for me. Like, do you have to walk up to people and just say ‘hey, I’m Eva, what are you doing?’, I don’t think so. But when I was making my bed, an American girl came in and she asked me if I wanted to join her and her friend for a drink in the city. Well, that was easy! And when we got back, the dorm was full of people (mainly guys) (drunk guys). A few of them had the plan to go to another island the next day and they tried to convince me to come with them. I was surprised by how easy it was to make new friends and go on adventure!

So on Tuesday we went to the island, Formentera. We rented a car and had a little roadtrip. I enjoyed spending time with these people and it was amazing just looking out of the window and seeing the nature around us. Funny story: when we wanted to rent a car, they asked for a credit card. Since no-one wanted to leave theirs behind, Paul gave his travel card. The man behind the desk didn’t notice so he wrote the numbers down, and after that he wrote ‘mister Prepaid Travel Card‘ as name. We had a lot of fun about that.

The island was beautiful. We went to an incredibly beautiful beach where we had a picknick and had a swim. Well, they had a swim, I didn’t. Why not me? Well, I just didn’t pack a bikini since I expected to go on a citytrip and not somewhere near a beach. So I just enjoyed the sun and talked to Paul and went for a walk with Casell. (Too bad we decided to walk on bare feet whilst there were a lot of rocks. My feet didn’t like me that much at that time, haha!)

It was a lovely day on the island and I’ve done so many other things after that, but since this blogpost is starting to get really long (and since I really have to get to homework right now), I’m going to tell you about the rest of my trip another time! Hope you enjoyed reading 🙂 (EDIT: you can read about the rest of the trip in this blogpost.)

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My first solo-trip!

 

Last Thursday I had my very first solotrip! I decided to go to De Keukenhof (a botanical garden somewhere in the Netherlands). I left at 7.45 AM from home, hoping that it would be less busy in the morning (which was true). After the train I had to catch a bus, but didn’t know where the bus was… So I asked a lady at the ticket office: “Oh my God, don’t you see all those people over there waiting? I don’t think they are waiting for a plane, right?” – but we were at Schiphol Airport. So many people everywhere. This was a big reminder of why I don’t like Dutch people hahaha. But I just smiled and said: “Thanks for helping me, have a lovely day.”

I arrived around 9.30 AM. It was quite busy but no-one around me was/seemed Dutch, which was pretty nice: I had the feeling no-one would be bothering me and that I could to whatever I wanted. Luckily I had taken a lot of tea (it was sooo cold that day), a new playlist on Spotify and my camera. I took pictures for four and a half hours straight until I ran out of battery and I was so cold that the tea wasn’t able to warm me up. I am pretty happy with the pictures I made! The best of them are with this post! This reminded me of how much I love taking pictures. I want to go on these kind of trips with my camera, because I was SO relaxed after this day….

If you’d ever want to go to the Keukenhof: don’t go during weekends or during the Dutch holidays. Because then it’s supposed to be extremely crowded. And don’t forget your camera! Because this place is SO photo-genetic!