Spring Break

So three years ago spring break was cruising around the Mediterranean visiting the islands of Greece and Croatia. Two years ago it was spending a week traveling in between Florence and Venice, and last year it was going on a cruise to Morocco, the Grand Canaries, Madeira, and Spain. Guess where I am this year? Panama City. The biggest spring break spot in the Southeast; where tons of college kids come to go to the largest club in the U.S., hit the beach to work on their tans and show off their bodies, and all in all not be sober most of the week. This is clearly why I am here. (Note the sarcasm.) In reality this is where my family is now, so I came home for spring break with some friends because we now live by the beach.

I just have to comment on the spring break I am seeing here in America versus what spring break was like while I was in Europe. Here everyone is pretty much either going home/visiting friends, working, doing a missions trip, or going somewhere warmer to drink and party. I understand the going home/seeing friends. I mean we're in college and would love to see people we love! (As well as get some good meals in before we have to head back to the monotonous dining hall food.) Working is for the people who are saving up for something, or just those who are diligent. Mission trips sound like so much fun (I'm dying to go on one!), even the countless hours in a fifteen passenger mini bus don't sound so bad. And then we have the people don't actually remember having a great spring break, but their insane pictures tell them that they did. All of this is definitely not like spring break in Europe. Spring break in Europe meant my friends and I were talking about which cities we were going to go visit, which masterpieces where in the museums we planned to go into, and what countries the cruise/retreat/family was going to hit within our week off.

We rode these babies up the side of the cliff! Greece

Florence, it was simply amazing.

Cinque Terre, Italy (Where I had the best cannoli of my life)

Venice, where the scenery was gorgeous everywhere you turned.

The 3rd largest mosque in the world, Morocco.

In the Kasbah, Morocco.

So instead of seeing the donkey's in Santorini, or the statue of David in Florence, or the Kasbah in Morocco, I'm here in Panama City enjoying my family, friends, the fabulous meals my mom cooks, and the beach (while trying to avoid the drunk people), and I cannot help but laugh at the contrast of spring break here stateside.