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...