Espana. The First Frontier

I sit on the back of the ship, rubbing my eyes because we woke up only ten minutes prior.  It’s alright though, because land is within our reach.

“We are in the promised land. Finally,” as my roommate Greg would like to say. We’ve made it to Spain. We’ve been waiting eight days for this. Through waves, vomit, classes, meetings, and an onslaught of carbohydrates, we’ve made it.

I write this to you while sitting on the back deck, watching the port of Cadiz pass us by into the dock. At twilight, the city lights blend with the pinkish sky.  The buildings of Cadiz represent a beautiful history of Spanish conquest centuries old, to a city flourishing with progression and modernity.

It’s 7:30 in the morning. There is commotion on deck 6, with students pouring out to witness the docking. Everyone is up. Life has emerged from its slumber, yet a sliver of the moon is still present.

10 minutes later. And we’ve finally made connection with the dock. Cheers erupt! The 600+ students and Life-Long Learners are clapping in happiness! Land. It’s here. For some, it’s felt like months for this time come.

Espana. The first frontier- for MV Explorer that is.  I’m getting off the computer for now, but will update home in a couple days.

We’re traveling independently from between Cadiz, Granada, and Seville.  There are six of us: Dallas, Morgan, Greg, Olivia, and Allie. All of us on an adventure.

The brilliant orange sun is just beginning to peak over the mountains in the distance with a contrast of modern ships in the foreground.  I figure this is a good time to stop.

Adios for now. Hasta luego, friends.  Peace, love, and happiness.

!OLE!