10am wake up (UGH!)…I was tired. The plans for our last day were simple: Do some last minute souvenir shopping, and lay on the beach.
Of course, the flea markets we stumbled into only sold power tools, door knobs, bedding and sink faucets (in gold, copper and silver). Two hours of walking later, all I could say was “get me to the beach!”
But as I rested on my towel in the sand, I couldn’t help but feel sadness pouring out of me. I was so in love with how busy, yet relaxed I was during this experience. And knowing my over-scheduled self, this next semester and real life are going to be so insane.
I’m sad that I won’t be able to remove myself from my phone and reality forever—it was a great and extremely necessary experience. I’m really going to try focusing on one day at a time, and not worrying about the future when I’m only sitting in the present.
Great friends posing for our farewell dinner.
It was also really depressing getting dressed for the farewell dinner—the one event I was dreading for 24 days. But the evening turned out to be really fun, and an incredible step up from the disgusting welcome dinner in Dublin on the first night.
Happy faces (masking mild depression) at the farewell dinner.
Afterwards, about 20 of us went to the hotel's rooftop. But instead of just relaxing, it turned into a HUGE pool party! With at least a quarter of the pool water flying in every direction, it didn’t take long for the neighbors to call the police and for the hotel to kick us out of there.
I jumped into bed, fell asleep for an hour, and then it was time to say goodbye.