So… España?
I was vaguely considering going to Spain next week, and by “vaguely considering”, I mean that I was pretty sure I was going until I came back from London on Thursday and became incredibly depressed and tired and unwilling to travel. BUT it appears as if there’s actually a flight I can afford (thanks Germanwings!) and now I’m *this close* to booking a plane to Ibiza for tomorrow.
Last-minute, much? I haven’t even unpacked fully from London. My friend Zac is in Ibiza though, and I miss him badly. Kennedy is the only close friend I’ve seen in six weeks. SIX WEEKS. I love the girl to death, but seriously, I think I’m going crazy from isolation. Crying everyday for the rest of my time in Heidelberg is a pathetic but very realistic possibility at this point. This needs to be avoided at all costs.
Anyway, I suppose even the worst case Ibiza scenario would still involve me on a beach. That doesn’t sound too shabby at all.
