Keep on Goghing

So It turns out Maxine is a boy. Oops. He is also apparently laying directly on top of someone else's skeleton. Talk about invasion of personal space. If we ever find out more about that, I will be sure to let you all know. Now, onto the juice stuff. I will tell you what you've obviously been dying to know (please humour me)- what is it that these random students in Menorca do for fun?  Coming into this I really wasn't sure what to expect. What ages would people be? What level of education would they have? Would they be open to going out at night for a good time or would they all have sticks up their asses? As it turns out, there was no reason for me to worry. I couldn't possibly have picked a better group of people to be stuck on an island with while eating tomato paste sandwiches ( bleeeegh). We all share similar interests, even though we all have varying degrees of experience. We all complain a lot, so we got along right off the bat.  As you may remember from my prev...

I have just completed the sixth day of the dig, which means I am almost halfway done. I can't say it's easy, but it definitely is enjoyable. Every now and again I will sit back and take a break from the pick-axe to think, " I am sitting where Romans stood. I am digging in their dirt. I am discovering their pottery, their glass, their tools, their food, and I can look down into a grave and see their bones. This is what I dreamed of. This is what I came for." Before this gets too boring and mushy, I'll just explain exactly what it is that I am doing- and why I am doing it.  For years I have been interested in the idea of archaeology and learning more about the past. Only recently have I acted on this, though. A professor of mine planted the idea of doing a field school in my head and once it was there it definitely wasn't leaving. I applied and was accepted for this field school on the island of Menorca (one of the Balearic Islands in Spain- perhaps you've h...

"I have definitely over packed." The first words that ran through my head while I settled in for my first flight were for the first time not focused on controlling my anxiety. However, my anxiety still arrived. Specifically as I was struggling to clean up the fruit that had spilled into my carry on when I tried to zip it closed and there was no room. The flight to Toronto was turbulent, uncomfortable and frustrating- seeing as I spent the majority of my time thinking about why I packed so much stuff, but it only took me a few minutes once I arrived in Toronto to answer my own question.  Generally speaking, I'm a pretty cold person. I know that no matter where I am going and how I am getting there, I will get cold, and I will be grumpy about it. So I patted myself on the back as I pulled up the hood of my bunnyhug, put on my jacket, layed down on my fluffy travel pillow, and draped myself head to toe in my stretchy cardigan. The nap was good, and became even better...