I’m writing this almost an entire week after we arrived in Spain, mostly because I’m an idiot. I’ve also been really busy with schoolwork and whatnot, but I’ve finally found some time to recount my AMAZING time in Spain.

We arrived in Cadiz (cAdeezth) on the morning of the June 24th, and I woke up to see the area around the port from my cabin window. This was especially exciting because it was the first time I’d seen Europe first-hand. I was immediately stricken by architecture I could see…

I’ve managed thus far to write without mention of the courses I’m taking on the ship, but not because they have been insignificant. On the contrary, they have been a large part of my experience so far, and have been the main reason I have had almost no free time to update you lovely people back home.

Here aboard the MV Explorer, I am taking three courses. The first course, which I have somehow managed to attend every day at 8am so far, is Introduction to Political Theory. This is the…

This post will not do justice to the events that have transpired since the last update, but I feel like I should probably catch up before we arrive in Cadiz (cAdeeth, as it’s pronounced) tomorrow morning.

After being dropped off at the boat, I jumped in line and quickly began meeting people left and right. I helped a girl and her mother with some super heavy looking bags, and we began talking until the obvious question of my apparent light packing came up. I mentioned that I was bagless,…

In the beginning, things were okay.

Despite the obvious setbacks, stresses, and misfortunes leading up to this voyage, on the fourth day at sea, I can confidently say that things are going well.

I met my first fellow SASers very shortly after the last post. After submitting that post, I packed everything up, left my precious airport power outlet, and headed to the gate for my (new) flight to Halifax. When I set down there, I noticed an abnormally large group of college-age women…

Wow. Just WOW. The last couple days have been crazy.

Unsurprisingly, I put off packing until Sunday night (I left Monday morning). It was for good reason, though. Johnny and I threw a party! It was my ‘going away’ party and his birthday party. It took surprisingly little work to set things up, but the party itself turned out spectacularly. We fashioned a beer pong table out of random pieces of our old bar and plywood, and my dad took it upon himself to smoke some pork. I told him that it…