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 archaeological 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 packing mistakes for an archaeological dig 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.
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 our initial conversation, but Lia and I 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.
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. It was a great month!