Friends for Life


The Danish hand surgeon I sat next to on the flight over to Spain told me I’d have friends for life after a trip like this abroad. At the time, I didn’t know what the dig would be like, and who else would be crazy enough to end up at the remote island of Menorca for a month in October to dig up Roman ruins. I took Danish guy’s words with a grain of salt. I thought, perhaps, I’d be completely solitary – possibly not liking or hanging out with anyone from the program. I also thought we’d be too busy to go out and burn down Ciutadella on the weekends. As I said before in my “Misconceptions about digging” post, I was totally wrong about everything involving this little excursion.

About a week or two in, Lia and I were at the bar both having a conversation about how surprised we were to be having such an awesome time… in Menorca. The dynamics of the group worked out so well. Sure, everyone has their quirks, and when you live 2 inches from the next person they do start to make you cringe at times, but honestly – life would be boring if there wasn’t some drama involved. Take Juana the cook/housekeeper, for instance – a woman whom I think is crazy. We basically did not get along, especially after her bringing the sickness into our place, and even though I wished her not to be there, our little feud brought on the best stories and laughter down the line.

My last night in Spain was spent meeting up with a few other people from the group in Barcelona for Halloween. It had been a couple weeks since Lia and I’s initial conversation, but we both decided the feelings remained the same. We love our group, and we love Menorca. I thought it seemed silly at first, but I really do think I’ve made friends for life on this trip. We are already planning reunions, songs, travels, etc. I already miss the slumber party every night, hearing John come in at 6am (knocking over chairs or throwing keys at Doris), and the inside jokes. The good part is that I think everyone else will be missing this, too. I’m definitely looking forward to March in New York where I can meet up with the east coast crew and relive all the memories. It was a great month!

girls at windmill bar

group at dinner

class at cala morell


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Brooke is a passionate traveler who has a love for any country that ends in -stan, languages she'll never be able to speak, and cannoli. She is the creator of Aroamas travel perfume sticks and the female travel focused Her Packing List website. Follow on Twitter, Facebook, and Google+.


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2 Responses to Friends for Life

  1. Ken Campbell April 26, 2012 at 6:46 am #

    I just wanted to say that, although the KSK piece that dissected this photo was crude and marginally disgusting, it did have a knock or two about what humor is all about. No disrespect to you at all (in the real world), but you were not the butt of the joke. Mel Kiper Jr. – and I don’t know if you’re familiar with his “work” – is the butt of all butts.

    I like your site. I’ve been reading it for the last day or so and I never would have gotten there if it wasn’t for this gutter humor piece.

    I wish I were in Oz right now.


    • Brooke May 2, 2012 at 3:35 am #

      Thanks, Ken. Glad to have you by :)

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