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Day 15 – The Trip

Haha okay so this one is really easy to pick. What is my most memorable trip and why? Obviously Ibiza!

 

The summer between finishing school and starting university, I went to Ibiza with my parents and my sister. We stayed in an adult’s only hotel and it was the first holiday in 8 or 9 years that we didn’t have Mum’s mum with us. Rachel was the youngest guest there and so we got a lot more attention than other guests – although I think her looks might’ve had something to do with that. It was the first holiday we went on that I actually felt 100% comfortable and like I could’ve stayed longer than our two weeks.

 

As a result, we went again the next two years! However, they have seriously upped the prices due to a recent refurbishment – who pays over £2000 per person for two weeks half board? I can cruise for less than that. It upsets me that I won’t be able to go back next summer, we’ve made some real friends in the staff there, never mind some of the other guests. If you have the money, I would seriously recommend Sol Beach House Ibiza, however I won’t be back for quite some time now due to the sudden increase in price.

 

Ktkinnes xx

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50 Questions to Free your mind

So, yesterday on my long train journey back from Edinburgh, I was browsing through blog posts to keep myself occupied. This has just reminded me I need to put music on my new phone before I travel again… I came across Morgan’s (from The Rose Quartz) blog post 50 Questions That Will Free Your Mind, an honestly answered list of 50 questions to get you thinking. As I read Morgan’s answers, I found myself mentally answering them too and so I decided to answer them here for you all to read! It took a long time, and I strongly considered posting them in batches of 10, but I decided to share them all at the one time. Feel free to read some and then return or whatever suits you! If you’ve any questions or comments, please feel free to leave them below!

 

  1. How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?
    Does this mean how old do I feel or how old would I chose to be? And if it’s choose an age, if I’ve no concept of how old I am how am I meant to pick an age? Or is it just me that answers this question with more questions? If I could choose an age, I’d choose probably to be 12 again. However, today I feel like I could be in my thirties – tired of monotony and ready for a change. Ask me tomorrow and I could be feeling 6 or 7! I can never decide if I’m old or a child.
  2. Which is worse, failing or never trying?
    Personally, I feel failing is worse than never trying. If you don’t try then it doesn’t count as failing, right? However, trying your best and yet being able to fail even after trying your best, at least you know you tried and it isn’t right for you. This is basically the way I’m feeling about my university career. Would I feel better having failed because I didn’t try? Or does knowing that I tried my best but still failed make me feel any better?
  3. If life is so short, why do we do so many things we don’t like and like so many things we don’t do?
    I don’t know about you but I do so many things I don’t like because that’s what’s expected of me. Whether it’s family or friends, there’s a lot of pressure to do certain things certain ways and therefore we have very little time left to do the things we actually like doing. Unfortunately, to survive in this world, we need money and to get money we need to work, not necessarily working in something we enjoy.
  4. When it’s all said and done, will you have said more than you’ve done?
    I’ll probably have said more than I’ve done – I never shut up!

  5. What is the one thing you’d most like to change about the world?
    Only one thing? Then I’d change the world to make everyone more accepting of differences. Once equality is a given in society, people won’t start wars over things like money or religion.

  6. If happiness was the national currency, what kind of work would make you rich?
    Either blogging, spending time with friends, playing with the pets, or reading. I love all of these four things and if it was possible to do these for currency (since this blog is a hobby, not for profit) then I’d love to spend all day every day doing this.

  7. Are you doing what you believe in, or are you settling for what you are doing?
    Currently, I’m attempting to do something I believe in – university. If this doesn’t go well, then I’m afraid I’ll have to settle and do something just to make life easier. I hate the thought of settling but there are times in life we have to suck it up and get on with life.

  8. If the average human life span was 40 years, how would you live your life differently?
    There is absolutely no way I’d have gone to university. Mightn’t have even sat A-Levels! Why spend 17 years of a 40 year life in education? I’d also have tried harder to be happy during the first 21 years of my life. Apart from that, I’d just live life to the fullest.

  9. To what degree have you actually controlled the course your life has taken?
    I’ve always had a say in the course my life has taken, but until I moved out for university, it was definitely controlled mostly by my parents. However, they let me choose my secondary school regardless of the distance I would have to travel each day, they always let me explain my reasoning behind decisions and took it into consideration when it was possible, and they tried to be supportive of the choices I made – tried being the main choice of word.

  10. Are you more worried about doing things right, or doing the right things?
    Doing things right is how I live my life mostly. If I’m doing the right thing at the same time? Well then that’s a win-win!

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  11. You’re having lunch with three people you respect and admire. They all start criticising a close friend of yours, not knowing she is your friend. The criticism is distasteful and unjustified. What do you do?
    Having been in this situation, I subtly hinted towards the fact that I was friends with said person. When these hints weren’t picked up, I suggested that we change the topic as I was uncomfortable hearing them talk about a friend of mine in such a way. I pointed out to them that they probably wouldn’t be comfortable if said person heard their thoughts and opinions, and if the conversation were to continue then I would feel it necessary to inform my friend as to these peoples’ opinions.

  12. If you could offer a newborn child only one piece of advice, what would it be?
    Live your life for you, no one else. I only realised this important piece of information in the last few months and, trust me, life gets so much easier when you allow yourself to live only for you.

  13. Would you break the law to save a loved one?
    Without a doubt. Unless I’m being investigated by the police for allegedly breaking the law to save a loved one – in that case the answer is no, I would never break the law. I’m a perfect, law abiding citizen…

  14. Have you ever seen insanity where you later saw creativity?
    I don’t really understand this question so apologies but I’m going to ignore this one.
  1. What’s something you know you do differently than most people?
    Cutting onions. I’m a strange person and apparently slice onions the wrong way. Is there really a right way though? It all ends up the same way.

  2. How come the things that make you happy don’t make everyone happy?
    See above re ‘I’m a strange person’. Sometimes simple things can make me happy, such as seeing a dog out walking or a baby smiling away in a pram. Days when simple things make me happy are great days.

  3. What one thing have you not done that you really want to do? What’s holding you back?
    Anyone who knows me knows that one thing I really really want to do is have children. What’s holding me back? I’m a single, financially insecure, 20 year old who is in no way ready for that responsibility just yet. Maybe some day.

  4. Are you holding onto something you need to let go of?
    I suppose you could say that I need to let go of the hurt caused to me by the girls I used to call my friends, however I feel like the pain they caused gave me the inspiration to find people who actually like me for me and treat me with the same loyalty and respect I show them. So while I’m not letting it go, if I bumped into any of them on the street I would thank them for teaching me some important life lessons.

  5. If you had to move to a state or country besides the one you currently live in, where would you move and why?
    Hands down, no questions asked. It’s warm, sunny, and there are people there I class as family. Also, you can sit on a beach at 4 in the morning in a dress and not feel at all cold while looking up at the multitude of stars overhead.

  6. Do you push the lift button more than once? Do you really believe it makes the lift faster?
    It’ll come when it comes. If you’re in that much of a hurry, take the stairs.
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  7. Would you rather be a worried genius or a joyful simpleton?
    Well since I worry a lot anyway, I’d pick being a worried genius. Plus, who’s to say you can’t be joyful whilst being a worried genius?

 

  1. Why are you, you?
    Partly because this is the way I was brought up to be, partly because this is the way I want to be. I’m not going to continue to blame my faults on other people, but I can say that certain faults weren’t helped by certain people. I’m my own person and no one can change that.

  2. Have you been the kind of friend you want as a friend?
    I would like to hope so. If you know anyone who thinks differently, send them my way so I can learn how to be a better friend!

  3. Which is worse, when a good friend moves away, or losing touch with a good friend who lives right near you?
    I think it would be worse to lose touch with a good friend who lives right near you. I had one friend in secondary school who made an effort to stay in touch with me, but only when I made an effort to stay in touch with her. She used to live really close to me but now with me practically living in Scotland it made it easier for us to drift apart. Yeah, it hurts, but that’s life. If we were meant to still be friends then we would be. Is that harsh?

  4. What are you most grateful for?
    The people I’ve met here in Glasgow and the friendships I’ve developed. There are 4 people I owe a lot to and they (hopefully) know who they are.

  5. Would you rather lose all of your old memories, or never be able to make new ones?
    There are some memories I would love to forget. But then, there are some that I’ll hold with me forever. If I kept all my old memories and was never able to make any new ones, I think I’d be happy.

  6. Is it possible to know the truth without challenging it first?
    The science student in me says no. A theory is only true as long as you can’t find the exception that disproves it. Don’t accept anything at face value. Take what you’re told or shown and question it in your own way, make up your own mind about what is or isn’t the truth.

  7. Has your greatest fear ever come true?
    My greatest fear is for something to happen to someone or for me to never get the chance to say goodbye to those people who are important to me. My dad’s aunt, my Papa, my granda, my dad’s uncle, a family friend, they all died without me getting to say goodbye or tell them how much I loved them. It hurt the most with dad’s uncle as I had the opportunity to go see him in hospital the day before he died but instead I chose to go into work and he died during the night before I could see him. I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself for that.

  8. Do you remember that time 5 years ago when you were extremely upset? Does it really matter now?
    Unfortunately, yes. But only because it helped shape me into the person I am today. Without that night, I wouldn’t have had the courage to move away from home and meet completely different people. And I certainly wouldn’t have started a blog where I came to share things I should’ve been sharing with my friends.

  9. What is your happiest childhood memory? What makes it so special?
    This is a really tough one as a lot of my childhood memories are all rolled into one. Basically, any of the memories from when I lived in Forfar, Scotland. I was young, naïve, and had no worries – of course I was happiest at that stage.

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    Rachel and Me (year unknown)

  10. At what time in your recent past have you felt most passionate and alive?
    Sunday July 31st. It may sound pathetic to you big-time bloggers but I got 59 views on my blog, for simply sharing what was going through my head. I was inspired to continue, impassioned to write as much as I can and share everything I feel is worth sharing. 59 views might not seem like that many, but I felt alive and like someone actually cared about what I had to say.

  11. If not now, then when?
    I’m definitely more of a night-time person than a daytime person.

  12. If you haven’t achieved it yet, what do you have to lose?
    The illusion that I could achieve it if I tried to. If it hasn’t happened yet, there’s still the possibility that it might and that’s a lot easier to deal with than the possibility of trying to achieve it and failing miserably.

  13. Have you ever been with someone, said nothing, and walked away feeling like you just had the best conversation ever?
    A couple of times. One person from back home had the ability to have that sort of a day with me. Someone I met in Ibiza had that effect (he couldn’t really speak much English and my Spanish is pathetic). A few people here in Glasgow. If you’re feeling down, just spend a day with them or in their company and you’re sure to feel amazing even after just 10 minutes of being with them without conversation.

  14. Why do religions that support love cause so many wars?
    There’s a fine line between love and hate. Sometimes the love of your religion can cause you to hate the possibility of other religions or ideas. If your religion teaches love, this love isn’t only meant to extend to people of the same religion as you. I was raised in a protestant family, hearing about The Troubles in Northern Ireland and the fact that Christians were fighting Christians over small, insignificant things. I was taught that it doesn’t matter what someone’s religion is, the religion my parents and sister believe in teaches to love everyone equally, even if you feel they don’t deserve your love.

  15. Is it possible to know, without a doubt, what is good and what is evil?
    No

  16. If you just won a million pounds, would you quit your job?
    That involves getting a job first to be able to quit it, right? I think I would use the money to help me set up a business/company to help others and then take a back seat, almost like a silent partner in the business. That way I’d have the best of both worlds. Queue for a song anyone?

  17. Would you rather have less work to do, or more work you actually enjoy?
    More work that I enjoy. If it’s something I love, I’d happily dedicate all my time and resources to that job.

  18. Do you feel like you’ve lived this day a hundred times before?
    But I’m trying to change that. Take each day as a new day and treat it as such, who knows where you’ll end up.

  19. When was the last time you marched into the dark with only the soft glow of an idea you strongly believed in?
    I’m not sure to be honest, I rarely act on ideas. I think it’s most likely to be the night I decided to start my blog. Over 2 years ago. Wow, I don’t really do ‘follow your heart’ stuff do I?
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  20. If you knew that everyone you know was going to die tomorrow, who would you visit today?
    Referring back to my biggest fear being not getting to say goodbye to people I care about, this would honestly kill me. Do I gather as many of my friends and family in one place to say goodbyes all around? Or do I pick the ones who are most important to me? Can I die in this situation too? That wouldn’t be as bad I think…

  21. Would you be willing to reduce your life expectancy by 10 years to become extremely attractive or famous?
    Life’s too short and why would you ever want to be famous? And since beauty is in the eye of the beholder, being attractive is subjective.

  22. What is the difference between being alive and truly living?
    I’m currently alive. I’m breathing, eating, coping. Truly living is enjoying life to the max. Doing what makes you happy, regardless of what tomorrow may bring. I think most of us are alive rather than living, which in itself is sad. We work in jobs we hate to earn pitiful amounts of money to buy things we neither need or want to impress people we don’t even particularly like. I want to live, not be alive.

  23. When is it time to stop calculating risk and rewards, and just go ahead and do what you know is right?
    Whenever you feel strongly about it. The minute you start considering whether it’s worth the risk, your mind is made up that you want to do it. Don’t let your fear control you.

  24. If we learn from our mistakes, why are we always so afraid to make a mistake?
    Because we’re taught that mistakes are wrong and embarrassing. You thought that man you randomly hugged was your dad? Everyone laughs at how silly you were. If you weren’t embarrassed enough at your lack of awareness, you’re suddenly the punchline to a joke. We hate it happening to ourselves and so enjoy when it’s someone else who’s made the mistake. But mistakes are okay, as the question says – we learn from them. Coming to university might have been a mistake for me, however if I hadn’t moved away and tried it then I would never have learnt all the lessons the last 2 years have taught me. Embrace your mistakes and don’t let anyone put you down for making them. At least they were your mistakes and not the mistakes of others that you’re learning second hand!

  25. What would you do differently if you knew nobody would judge you?
    I think I would’ve come out to my friends and family a lot sooner if nobody was going to judge me. However, when you live in Northern Ireland, which is essentially like travelling back in time by at least 100 years, you learn quickly that if you’re ‘different’ people won’t accept you.

  26. When was the last time you noticed the sound of your own breathing?
    I always notice the sound of my own breathing. I’m a heavy breather. The last time I was properly aware of it though was our last night in Ibiza when I was sharing the bed with 2 other people and trying to pretend to be asleep.


  1. What do you love? Have any of your recent actions openly expressed this love?
    I love blogging and being with friends. Hopefully my new dedication to the blog is proof enough of this, and my willingness to drop everything for my friends should be testament enough to this.

  2. In 5 years from now, will you remember what you did yesterday? What about the day before that? Or the day before that?
    I’d like to think that I’d remember the time I accidentally ended up at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival! If not, I always have my blog to look back at, or TImehop will be there to remind me of how embarrassing I am.

  3. Decisions are being made right now. The question is: Are you making them for yourself, or are you letting others make them for you?
    As of Monday morning, I made the decision that my decisions are going to be the ones that matter. I’ll accept people’s thoughts or suggestions but I want to start deciding things by myself for myself.

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Ktkinnes xx

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End of the week, end of the month!

Wow okay so I’ve actually got both of these to write up today, please be patient while I try and remember the last month! Or will I start with the week’s review? Yeah, let’s do that first and then come back later for a round up of the month. Here goes!
Monday, I was an abandoned child while Mum, Dad and Rachel all went to the beach. I lay by the pool and read to my hearts content, and yes I still have that review to write. I’ll get on that as soon as I’ve finished these two posts, I promise. When they came back, we had our usual dip in the pool followed by a pre-shower drink so that we could go get ready for the night ahead. As was our usual routine, we got changed in our respective rooms and then Rachel and I moved through to Mum and Dad to chat while they finished getting ready. As we started down for dinner, Rachel somehow managed to kick the door frame and ended up with a bleeding toe. Now, while this doesn’t sound funny here it was hilarious at the time. To be honest, her toe is still sore so maybe it isn’t funny… But it definitely was at the time. After dinner that night, we met José in Es Canar for a few drinks with Mum and Dad. It was a good night and we got back to the hotel around 2:30am.
Tuesday was more of the same, just lying by the pool and getting some sun while reading and revising. I accidentally fell asleep for an hour and woke up completely sunburnt on the back of my legs to the point that it hurt to walk. That night we said goodbye to 2 of our friends who had been going to the hotel for 10 years but they have decided that this year wil have been their last. There were quite a few tears, and the night ended reasonably early given the circumstances.
Wednesday marked our last full day. We said our goodbyes to some of the staff in the afternoon, making them promise to come visit us if they’re ever in the UK. That night there was a party of some kind in the hotel and everyone was invited however we felt extremely underdressed, even in some of our best clothes. There were people from Chanel there… Rachel and I were then to go on and meet José in Es Canar again for a few drinks and so we said farewell to yet more staff – it was painful, especially knowing they mightn’t be there the next time we go if and when we next go. After a few drinks in one bar, we went on the dodgems (I’ve a serious bruise on my knee to prove it) before having a few drinks in another bar and then on to a club after. As per usual, we ended the night on the beach before getting a taxi back to the hotel.
Thursday had us doing our last minute packing and soaking up the sun. It was also the worst day for goodbyes as we were properly saying goodbye to José and I honestly didn’t want to. I could have a platonic marriage to a 39 year old and live in Ibiza, right? We got on the bus and went to the airport and finally got home around 10pm on Thursday night. 
Friday brought about a mad scramble to unpack and then repack for me. I got a new phone in the middle of it all, and then Granny H came up to the house for a Chinese takeaway and a catch up. It was a quiet enough day considering we were adapting to the delightful summer weather we get here in the UK.
Saturday (yesterday) was then a case of up early to finish packing and get across to the hairdressers. I was furious when I came out though. The prices have gone up to £34 for a cut and blow dry, my hair looked nothing like what I’d asked for, and when I voiced that concern the response was “well I did what you asked and there isn’t anything else I can do”. My hair looked like it hadn’t seen shampoo in a month it was that limp!!! So I came home and restyled it myself to look semi reasonable. We then went and visited Granny before taking me to the airport. I then flew back to Glasgow, arrived into the flat, and collapsed into bed. It had been a busy couple of days!
So today I’m going to revise and write a few more blog posts. Have a great Sunday!
Ktkinnes xx

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Ibiza 2016

Hello my lovely friends! How’ve you all been?

If any of you follow me on Twitter, you’ll be well aware of the fact that recently I’ve been completely AWOL from all aspects of my blog, so please don’t feel abandoned.
Ibiza this year was good. I can’t say it was great, I can’t gush about it, but I can 100% guarantee that I didn’t want to come home again. We had an interesting flight out to Ibiza with Jet2 to start – firstly we were delayed by about 45 minutes with no explanation or apology. This really irritated me because we were already going to be arriving late enough, never mind a delay. Plus, have you ever been delayed on a plane predominantly filled with drunk Northern Irish people who’re excited for their trip to Ibiza? Let’s just say it was noisy, cramped and embarrassing (I mean, really. Have you heard our accents??). Finally we got up in the air and I plugged in my headphones to watch We’re The Millers – I still haven’t seen the end of the film so review will be up eventually. Mum and I had some prossecco and we relaxed into holiday mode. 

Drinks on the plane
About half an hour after the seatbelt sign had been switched off, I looked at Dad (who was sitting beside me) and asked could he smell smoke. Turns out one of the drunken a*******s had decided to light up in the toilets just behind us. He then proceeded to claim that the stewardesses has said he could. His passport was confiscated and he was told he would be arrested when we landed as smoking on an airplane is a serious offence. We could’ve all died! We settled back down and eventually the plane started to land in the country I’ve now adopted as my 3rd home (order being Scotland, Northern Ireland and then Ibiza). It was at this point that a delightful friend of Mr Smoker decided the seatbelt rule didn’t apply to him and so, as the wheels hit the tarmac, he stood up and opened the overhead locker to retrieve his belongings. Well we don’t know how he was aware of it but the pilot slammed on his brakes and yelled over then intercom “SIT DOWN NOW!” as the rest of us watched this eejit stumble to the ground. Finally we stopped and that was all fine, we began to gather our stuff and make our way into the aisles to disembark (can I use that for a plane or is it only used for a boat?) when once again we were instructed to take our seats. The Guardia Civil were coming on the plane to arrest our two idiots. Great start to their holiday! This however meant a further 30 minute delay in getting off the airplane. 
Arriving at the hotel felt like bliss. Someone came out of reception to help us lift our cases up, and checking in was straightforward as ever. We started downstairs to grab some dinner before the restaurant shut where we were greeted by staff we consider old friends. Hugs and kisses all around and a lot of talking later, we finally got something to eat around 9:30pm… I was starving!

So, instead of boring you with a day by day account of the trip, I’ll give you the interesting parts, or at least the bits I would find interesting.
Once again, there were a few changes to the hotel. Due to last year’s slating of the changes, a lot of the guests were around my age and only staying for bed and breakfast, not half board. This meant that management had decided to close the main restaurant and have us eat dinner at the pool bar. Here we were given a choice of 2 meat and 2 fish which were served with potato and vegetables. Now, we aren’t a stereotypical family from the island of Ireland. We don’t like potato. The thought of 11 days of meat, potato and veg was already quite daunting. It was then quickly explained to us that, for no extra cost, we could order something from the pool bar’s lunchtime menu. Considering the lunch menu from the pool bar was more a dinner menu anyway, we did this for a few nights. On our 6th night, José (who had gone out with Rachel and me for drinks the previous 2 years and had received a promotion this year to head of the restaurant – I felt like a proud parent!) came over to us and said that the next day we would be moving back to the main restaurant for dinners as numbers were increasing again. The cheer we let out! So note, if considering booking Sol Beach House Hotel Ibiza, go for it! It’s brilliant.

The other change was a lot of staff from last year had been dropped and a lot of new faces were introduced. However our main favourites were still there and we were able to continue our friendships with them all, we’ve even invited some of them to come visit us here in Northern Ireland if they’d like to come and practice their English for a week or so. 
We did venture out of the hotel a few times. On the first Wednesday, we went to the hippy market in Es Canar where we got a caracature drawn of us as a family – picture soon to follow! We spent a good amount of time browsing the stalls and it was good to experience however I don’t think I’d rush back as so many stalls were over priced. 
We also took an evening out to go to Ibiza Town and see what it was like in the evenings. Unfortunately we missed the parade and a lot of the shows as we ended up going shopping instead. However we did go up into the old town a bit and got some lovely photos of the port.


Those pictures don’t really do it justice but I felt I had to share them. 
The next night, Mum, Dad, Rachel and I met José for drinks in Es Canar, this was Mum and Dad’s way of saying thanks for everything over the last few years. We went to the bar that he’d taken Rachel and me to over the last 2 years and there was a Robbie Williams tribute act so it was a good laugh singing along and dancing when conversation was avoiding us. It was a good night but mum and dad dragged us back to the hotel before we could go to the nightclub or anywhere near the beach and so on Wednesday night we went out with him again.

This, of course, resulted in him getting very drunk and Rachel and I were semi drunk. As Wednesday was our last full day, we decided to treat ourselves to a cocktail before going to our rooms to get changed for dinner. Mum and I had some lemon gin thing that tasted delicious, Dad had a Bloody Mary and Rachel had some weird take on an amaretto sour. Except, it was one of our friendly waiters who made it and so she was drunk before she’d even half finished the drink. Considering this was followed by more predinner drinks, wine with dinner, and drinks at a party the hotel was having, it wasn’t really our fault that we were so drunk by the time José took us to the nightclub and we were dancing with him. After dancing for an hour, we decided to go to the beach – yes, that’s what you do at 2am. Rachel as usual wanted to go swimming in the sea and so we all ended up soaked. José at least had had the sense to strip down to his underwear before joining us in the water. We all walked a bit to dry off but José was complaining that he’d need a shower before bed. However, as he’s now living in the hotel and sharing a room with another member of staff, he couldn’t use their bathroom at 3am, so Rachel offered him our bathroom. We had a bit of a laugh after he’d showered off and then the 3 of us all tried to share the small double in the room until he decided he was too uncomfortable and also realised he needed to get up for work the next morning without being seen by any other guests or members of staff and so he snuck out again around 4:30ish. Needless to say, he didn’t make it in to start his shift at 10am.

Goodbyes are always the worst and suffice to say I was crying a lot as we left. With the cost of the holiday, there’s no way we’ll be back any time soon and we have no idea if or when we’ll next see our friends. I’d like to hope that we’ll go back in a few years, but the cost needs to come down and our friends most likely won’t still be working there.

So for now, I’ll just keep looking at the pictures and focus on the memories from this year. Who knows, maybe I’ll go by myself next summer?!
Ktkinnes xx

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Day One and Two Nights

Hey everyone! With a heatwave currently hitting the UK, it’s less likely to make you jealous that the temperature here is lovely and warm.

As you may have guessed from previous posts, I’m back in Ibiza for probably the last time. We arrived later than expected due to firstly a delay and then secondly, half way through the flight some half-wit decided to be smart and smoke in the toilets. Not a good move. This resulted in him having his passport confiscated and being escorted off the plane by the police when we landed. His friends could be heard giving off “It was just a feg, like!” – we could’ve killed them. So we ended up just getting a taxi to the hotel to get here as quick as possible.
We checked in, a few minor changes to the checking in procedure, and someone was sent to carry our cases up the steps for us – a nice touch! A quick journey to the rooms where we dumped our bags before heading down to dinner where we saw a few familiar faces beaming at us. We were quickly told by José that Alvaro no longer works here but we don’t know why, and it seems to be the same with a few other faces we were looking forward to seeing. Seems management’s changes have included staff. 
One of the main changes is that dinner is no longer served in the restaurant but rather outside in the pool bar. Starters have been significantly reduced and are along half a wall, your main course is a choice from 4 things on a menu or you can order from the pool bar’s menu, and puddings are beside the starters and are also significantly reduced. José explained all this to us as quickly as he could, promising to make sure we have a “big happy holiday” – we definitely have missed him! By the time we were through with dinner, it felt like we were home again.
After dinner, we took a walk up to the old piano bar, no longer a piano bar after the 2015 renovations but we still call it the piano bar for ease. We were met with more smiling faces and hugs from staff, the usual questions of how is everybody etc and we remembered to ask if the waiter from last year who had told us his wife was pregnant (at only 6 weeks) if the baby had been born and how old he was. We had a great night talking to old friends, and went to bed around midnight after quickly unpacking everything. Rachel however was refusing to sleep, apparently too full of energy. Not a great first night’s sleep!
We got up in the morning and went down to breakfast. Now breakfast was exactly as expected and remembered. It was great to see that the hotel actually had quite a few staying in it, even if they disappear after breakfast. Sunscreen was applied and we took up our usual positions by the pool. After an hour or so we had to move however as a bunch of young Americans were being obnoxiously loud and talking for the sake of talking. The rest of the day was purely a routine of sunbathe, swim, drink some water, reapply sunscreen and repeat. At about 6, we came up to the room again to start getting ready for dinner.
There was a very limited choice on the menu and so Rachel ended up ordering a salmon spaghetti off the pool bar’s menu. We had our starters as per usual, had our main course, and then some fruit for pudding as we were far too full for anything else. We then took a walk down into Santa Eulalia and had a drink in a bar after asking at one of the stalls about getting a characature of the 4 of us. One guy claimed 80 euros was a brilliant price and was as low as he was willing to go, so we walked to the top of the promenade where we were quoted 45 euros for the exact same thing! 

Meanwhile, Rachel had been complaining of a sore stomach. We chose to semi ignore her as she seems okay at the start, even she thought it was just from walking too soon after a large meal. However, the closer we got to the hotel on our way back, the worse she began to feel, even sitting down at one stage and saying it hurt to even walk. When we got back, she went to Mum and Dad’s room to get an antacid to see if that would help but it wasn’t doing anything for her. One of the couples we’re friends with offered us prescription gastro-problem tablets so Rachel took one and we came to bed. We’d literally been in the room 2 minutes when she started throwing up.
It’s now 4:20am and she’s still on-off sleeping and throwing up but we aren’t sure if it’s sun stroke or food poisoning. Will keep you informed. All we know is that Rachel has managed to be sick ever year we’ve come here. Okay, the first two times were probably alcohol induced but tonight definitely isn’t. We can survive on 2 hours sleep though, it’s not like we’re doing anything tomorrow. But for now, I’m away to see if we can sleep at all. Feeling a little queasy myself but that’s purely from listening to Rachel for the last 20 minutes.
Wish me luck!
Ktkinnes xx

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Taking off!

We’re finally in the air! After an half hour delay (not long, I know, but annoying as no information given) we finally took off. You probably won’t get reading this until tonight but I felt the need to blog and update you, even if you aren’t interested.

This morning, I woke up at 5:30am. No need to get up until after 9am… Those were the longest 3 hours of my life. Eventually, I jumped through the shower and got through the whole legs, arm pits and hair washing routine. With nails painted, all I had left to do was pack my nail polish and final few toiletries! Eventually we were organised enough to load the car. At this point, I was banished to walk Baron as he gets very anxious when we leave for anywhere and so we’ve been hiding the suitcases from him for the last week.

Quick walk around the block, I actually got to go hunting for Pokemon! Have you downloaded Pokemon Go? It’s so addictive! We then all bundled into the car and drove to the airport. Security and bag drop were speedy enough but just the usual nerves of “have I any liquids in my hand luggage that I forgot about?” Thankfully the answer was no and we went to have lunch in The Lagan Bar. Now I know it was lunch time and the place was packed, especially with Belfast International Airport having so few good places, but when we went to order we were told they’d run out of all 3 platters, all fish except tuna mayo, all sausages and several other items. So we ended up having a cold baked potato with a spoonful of not the nicest chilli in the world. However, we didn’t care – we’re going on our holidays!

Eventually we were called to the gate but at the last second they changed us to a different gate. Then we were boarded quickly but sat for over half an hour with no explanation as to why we weren’t moving. I’m now sitting with a bottle of prosecco, listening to Taylor Swift and ready to have a nap! I’ll speak to you all soon!

Ktkinnes xx

Posted in Lifestyle, Sunday's Summary

Hello from The Island!

Hello my lovely friends! How are you all? If you haven’t already guessed – I’m in Ibiza!  Well I’m actually not there yet, I’m scheduling this post in case I get too tired and fall asleep without blogging tomorrow… But by the time you’re reading this I’ll be in Ibiza!

Unfortunately, I didn’t win the euromillions on Friday night so after 11 nights I will need to go back to Northern Ireland again. But enough of that, I’ve only just arrived and I plan on making the most of this holiday. So instead of boring you with why I want to stay, shall we have a look back at the last 7 days?

Sunday, Rachel returned from Romania and woke us all up around 4:30am when she arrived in with her McDonald’s cheeseburger and fries which she proceeded to eat in front of us, offering us a bite while we were still waking up. No thanks. To mark her return, and the final of Wimbledon, Granny H came up for dinner and a good night. We were fed and watered before settling down to watch TV – Dad watching the football, Mum and I watching Les Misérables. Could there have been a more perfect way to end the week? Oh! And I almost forgot, I actually managed to take part in the Teacup Club’s Twitter chat on Sunday! 

Monday, I did a bit of revision before going on a shopping spree in Boots for some last minute holiday purchases. Would you like to see a haul post from it? Monday was quite quiet. I can’t really remember it all that well to be honest! Can’t have been anything important.

Tuesday marked the 12th of July, something of a public holiday here in Northern Ireland. To celebrate the Battle of the Boyne, there are parades and marches and the like and so we made our way down to watch them for half an hour or so. We got a good walk though, and it was a lovely warm morning. Considering I have something against loud noises (always have, always will. Couldn’t even have windows open while someone was cutting the grass) half an hour was long enough for me to cope with the Lambeg drums and loud music. Rachel’s boyfriend and his mum came around for an all afternoon barbeque, even though the rain was pouring down, and it was actually a good day. 

On Wednesday we took a road trip up to the north coast, Portrush and Port Ballintrae, for a different afternoon. It turned out to be a glorious day, and we finished it by having dinner in the Ramore Wine Bar. 


Thursday was spent revising, cleaning, and packing. Rachel was at her boyfriend’s, and I ended up having an argument with Mum so sat in my room the majority of the night.

Friday I saw Granny B and said goodbye to her before the holiday. The rest of the day was taken up with making her a list of instructions for while she’s cat-and-dog-sitting, teaching Mum how to download podcasts, painting nails and collecting our travel money. 

Saturday, holiday spirit began to take over. The kitchen was cleaned, Rachel went to her first “day” of work (it was only 3 hours and she complained after that she was exhausted – come back to me when you’ve worked 3:30-11:30pm one night and been back in 6:30am-3:30pm the next morning). The afternoon was spent at Granny H’s house before she took us out for dinner at a little restaurant on the Lisburn Road. It was lovely but boy does she talk… I swear she didn’t shut up for longer than 30 seconds in the 6 and a half hours we were with her. We went home and I curled up in bed to watch The Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest. Love it.
And that brings you up to date! I’ll probably blog about our travels while we’re away so keep an eye out for my posts!
Hope the upcoming week is good to you all!
Ktkinnes xx

Posted in Lifestyle

A day behind

Well this song has been stuck in my head for about 24 hours and it definitely has to be on my playlist for tomorrow afternoon. 
With the craziness of the last couple of days, I forgot to post my Fortunate Friday post last night and so decided to go for now. This week has given me a few things to be grateful for.
I’m grateful to be alive, after the loss of life in Nice. I’m grateful to live in a democracy that is honoured by the people, military and government, especially after Turkey’s Coup. I’m grateful that this time tomorrow I will be drinking a mojito surrounded by old friends who are now considered family. I’m grateful for the bed I’m sleeping on tonight, the dinner I’ve eaten that has me so full the idea of breakfast is killing me. So so much to be grateful for.
How about you? What are you grateful for this weekend?
Ktkinnes xxx

Posted in holiday, Lifestyle, TV

Holiday thoughts

Once again, my mind has been drawn to the upcoming holiday to Ibiza however today I haven’t been as excited as in previous years.

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Map courtesy of http://www.keyword-suggestions.com/aWJpemEgbWFw/

Looking on TripAdvisor for the hotel (link included), I’m beginning to be a little apprehensive about booking half board. According to the recent reviews, not enough diners were staying for dinner and so the dining room has been closed and meals are being served from the restricted Pool Bar menu… Not what you’d expect for over 30 euros per person per night! Fingers crossed this isn’t the case with us. Another thing is no one here seems excited. It may be down to the fact we still have our ever present house guest of my uncle, but part of me feels it may be more than that. Any ideas on how to pick up the mood?

 

To distract myself from the lack of holiday spirit, I decided to go back and repack my hand luggage. What I really can’t decide is whether or not to take my laptop… If I take it, I can watch DVDs on the plane. However, I don’t think I would use it any other time. So what do you think? I tend to blog from my phone so that’s not really a problem, and I’d be leaving it in the safe during the day. Let me know what you think!

 

Now, before I go away, I must finish Season 5 of Scandal before we go. Being on episode 15, that shouldn’t be too hard! Last year was 24, the year before was Orange is the New Black  – there’s always some TV show I’m trying to finish before we go! What’s on your summer watch list?

 

Speak soon!

 

Ktkinnes xx

Posted in Lifestyle, Sunday's Summary

Sporty Sunday

Hello one and all, once again it’s Sunday and I’ve actually been doing things this week! I’ve a few blog post ideas today so please be patient and I’ll be posting them throughout the day. Maybe I’ll be back to my normal blogging routine soon…

To start with, we have the usual Sunday Summary of the week. Monday, which was also Baron’s birthday, involved a trip into town and the start of Operation Rachel 18th Birthday. Dad and I had a visit from Granny B and my Aunt and we spent almost 2 hours trying to fix problems they had with their e-tickets for an upcoming trip to England. Somehow,  my uncle had spelt the names wrong on the tickets and had forgotten to add luggage and special assistance that was required and so that took up the majority of our morning. When we finally finished that, Dad and I took a drive into Lisburn City Centre. I left him to do his own thing while I bought a candle for my cousin and a few bits and pieces for my bedroom. I’m hoping when I get back from Glasgow to make my room more ‘me’ and a few other things I have in mind but more about that later. We then spent the rest of the day around the house, me revising and Dad cleaning and gardening. That night we got a phone call from a rather homesick Rachel. We’d been keeping up to date with the Habitat team in Romania through the blog the teachers had set up, which can be found here for anyone who’s interested, and so knew some of what they’d been doing but of course you can never be fully prepared for some of the poverty seen and so Rachel was quite upset. Finally, we watched Brief Encounters on ITV at 9pm. It was a great first episode and I really can’t recommend it enough! It’s light and different and definitely worth watching.

Tuesday brought about a morning for going through my summer holiday clothes and deciding what I was taking in case it needed washed. That took up the majority of my morning somehow and so in the afternoon I did some revision before ironing clothes and heading to a barbeque at my granny’s fold. It was a pleasant night and I had a few good chats with some of the other people living there. Overall, Tuesday was a dull day.

Wednesday, I headed to Kesh for a couple of nights at my cousin’s. With everything that’s been going on here recently, I was dying to escape the house and the people in it and so, as getting to Kesh is cheaper than Glasgow, I chose to visit my family. I got down to Omagh around lunchtime and spent a couple of hours shopping with my cousin before going on to her house in Kesh. We had lunch before organising her back room into a spare room, something she’d been trying to do for a while now but needed help to move the furniture. That night we got a chinese and chatted while watching Pretty Little Liars – I love it! I’ll have to watch it before Ibiza next week….

Thursday morning, we went to Castle Archdale in Fermanagh to walk the dogs and get some fresh air. My uncle came down to see us and of course he and my cousin argued the whole way around so it wasn’t exactly fun. However we then went out for lunch and then onto his friend’s house where we chatted together for a while and actually managed to have everyone being pleasant for a while. That night, we watched more Pretty Little Liars and moved some more furniture around before attempting to have an early night.

On Friday, I came home again and went to visit Granny H to help her with her new phone and some other technology problems she’s been having. We finished the night by watching tennis and having a barbeque in the garden.

Yesterday, we went to St George’s Market – an indoor market in Belfast City Centre. It was good fun to have a look around the stalls while listening to a traditional Irish band, but it was nothing compared to the markets you get abroad – another reason to be excited for our holiday! We did a bit of shopping around the city centre before having lunch out, and then came home where we watched yet more tennis.

 

Today is the final day of Wimbledon and so I’m about to go watch TV – hopefully see Andy Murray win! I’d better actually get going now as they’re about to start the game. Enjoy your Sunday and I’ll hopefully get talking later!

 

 

Ktkinnes xxx