Vacation pt. II, Vigo, Porto, and back to Berlin
I'm standing on the shore of an island off of Spain with 6 of my most loved friends. The rainclouds overhead create a dark shadow over us, and the ocean spray mists my face. I am here. Sand between my toes, face tilted toward the sky, I really am here. I look over to the rocks and the guys are all stripping naked and running into the water. They crash against the ocean, laughing, flailing, screaming. I'm smiling as I put my camera toward my face and start snapping. I haven't felt this present in a long time. "Get in here!!" the guys scream at us girls on the shore. My insecurities got the best of me, and I didn't want to be the only girl swimming nude with the guys- so I changed into my swimsuit. "I'm doing it! Do it with me!" I pleaded with Alyssa & Monique. They reluctantly (yet excitedly) changed their minds, and decided to come in with me. We ran toward the ocean, and as soon as the water hit me, I felt my heart start rushing and my breath catch in my chest. "Oh my god!" "It's so cold!" I hear from either side of me. All of us laughing, and swimming toward our husbands, hoping they have a bit of body heat left in them to share. I kiss Ian's salty lips and hold tight to his neck as he swims us further out into the ocean. I begin to imagine all of the things that could be floating or swimming around us and start to worry. But before I get too lost in my fears, a large wave comes pushing toward Ian and I. "Ride the wave!" he encourages me. And we both start swimming, getting ahead of the wave, and flying with it as it crashes against the shore. I'm laughing and happy and wow, I am here. I look around and see my friends around me. Sean, Monique, Alyssa, Jens, Simeon, and my sweet Ian. This is the most fun I've ever had.
After a good bit of time playing in the water, we all attempt to dry off. I take off my bikini top, and piles of sand come falling out. We light up cigarettes, take photos, and shiver as we try and get warm again. After we're dry, we take off for a hike. We hike around the island, staring off of giant cliffs, exploring new sandy beaches, and stop at the bar to grab a beer. The sun eventually comes out, and we lay on towels and watch the waves crash.
Our next stop is Porto. We walk around and eventually find our hostel. We have the room to ourselves so we make ourselves comfortable. There's a balcony off the side of our room so we look out over the bustling city below us. I can't believe how different each city on this journey has been. We spend the day biking around Porto, and even though I caught sickness and have a fever, the city looked beautiful as we passed by it. We end the night drinking liters of gin & tonic at a bar. Every place we pass is packed- overflowing with noises of dance music, people partying, celebrating the simple joy of life itself. I'm exhausted, but I don't want the day to end. Ian reminds me that I'm still sick and need rest, so we head back to the hostel. Ian sleeps next to me in the bottom bunk, and we spoon together on the twin bed just like we did when we first started dating.
We take a train back to Spain, and an airplane back to Berlin. We spend the next few days resting and recovering from our sickness, going to our favorite brewery, exploring neighborhoods, and experiencing the nightlife of Berlin. And just as quick as it seemed to have started, Sean, Monique, Ian and I jumped on a plane back home.