or eivissa as they spell it in catalan... yeah, i didnt really know it was a part of that country either... anywho, i digres... sorry for the delay from those who have been anxiously awaitin my post from this lovely, er, relaxin location... internet points aren't the easiest to find and kinda a drag on the wallet... but for those of you that have missed me have no fear, joey d is here... p.s. beautiful sunset to the right... i know, you wish you were here too...
so the first night we were in ibiza, we headed down the boardwalk for a bite to eat (to get joe's pizza), and on the way back i thought it looked like a nice sunset, so i wanted the photographic evidence of it. while i was sizin up the picture, young mister jason decided to include himself in the picture. to his unfortunate wishes, the breeze picked up right as i took the photo and it appears as if he's posin for the next abercrombie magazine... after reviewin it, he requested that i not put this on the web... sorry jay, some things you just gotta share with other people :) personally, i think this should be your new facebook pic, but that's just me...
to help redeem jay's hardass image so that he might be able to walk into class this fall with his head held high, we took the obligatory "pointin back at the camera" photo before we headed out the first night... but the thing to look at is not the fingers pointin back at you, but the rogueshly unkempt hair and beard of the guy on the right... if this keeps up, i don't know how long customs is gonna detain me at dtw... personally, i wouldn't let this kid in my country - would you???
here's a nice pic of the island fortress of ibiza (yea, i know that term is usually saved for madagascar whilst playin Risk, but i had to borrow it)... overlookin the marina and a great view of the mediterranean sea... speakin of the mediterranean sea, i had decided on thursday (our last day there) that i needed to go swimmin in the sea... what's a visit to a mediterranean island if you don't go in the sea???? so i walked out to the beach, stepped over this 3" wide strip of black dirt near the shoreline and waded out to waist deep before duckin my head in. shortly after emergin, i noticed a small area of water that seemed to be shining back at me. upon further investigation, i noticed that it was floatin on top of the water almost like oil does... then i had one of those flashback sequences you see in movies: jay and i commented how it smelled like gas on the shoreline after dinner last night, no lounge chairs on the beach at 11am, 3" of dark black dirt near the shoreline, no one else in the water, about 50yards of beachfront cordoned off a half mile down from me, camera crews gettin ready to set up on the boardwalk on our way home last night... oh shoot, that can't be good. i went back to the hotel pool area and mentioned my observations to a few english speakin guests as well. accordin to these lovely and intelligent ladies, an oil tanker had spilled in the sea last night near our hotel... wonderful, i had apparently just bathed in oil...
if i can run with bulls, i can bathe in crude oil... (and yes, jay and i have to be careful of that sayin, cause sooner or later one of us is gonna come up with "if i can run with bulls, i can swallow white hot charcoal" or somethin like that) but don't worry, i was able to get the oil off my feat by saturday night.....
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Now you'll know what a three inches of black sand is. That's what's great about these journeys -- you always learn something new. Who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks.
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