What better place to continue the Voyage of Blondage than on the 100th day... apologies for the extended hiatus... too much to see and do to keep the peeps in the know daily... so here we go, on the road again!
I woke up with a smile on my face, gave myself a hearty pat on the back, congratulating myself on surviving 100 days across the pond. I celebrated with ol' reliable: corn flakes, yogi and 2 large cups-o-Italian joe, which funny enough, translates to Pepe... so after a few mugs-o-Pepe we took the short bus into Perugia to tour the Academy of Art, transferring in Ellorah and grabbing a cappuccino at the awkwardly famous landmark KISSKISS bar. After checking out the photography studio, anatomy drawing room (NAKED! said in the BACON! dog food commercial voice) and interupting a printmaking class, we realized that art students in Italy don't do a whole lot different than American art students... except maybe smoke cigs IN the classroom. We then all agreed to visit the medieval gardens, joined hands and walked through the city like a train of Kindergartners... J.J. and I were not diggin' the adolescent treatment and got caught up in photographing back alleys. We both kinda' march to the beat of our own drum, so to speak, because neither of us play drums, and (shockingly) got seperated from the group... thank newborn Baby Jesus for my new and improved navigational skills because we found the gardens 20 leisurely minutes later. We met Jeff and Rosella, and once the gang showed up all freaked out and pissed off after a 45 minute scavenger hunt for BIG & little, we slapped smiles on one another and listened to Rosella give us a brief (not so brief) history of the gardens. After some splendor in the grass and outrageous views of the countryside courtesy of an ancient stone wall lookout, we nestled into the zodiac garden and zenned out with our brown bags... an apple, an orange, a banana and some ham (of course passing on the 2 white bread loaves with one slice of bolognia each... I miss my turkey, swiss and avo sandos)- doesn't get much more random than that! Sunshine and chillaxation does not motivate one to get amped for an archeological museum, but when you have no choice... you fake ampedism and go with the flow. So there we were, bored to death, sitting in front of trojan pillars, bitching about not being outside in the glorious Italian warmth... rough, rough life. (I sicken myself at times...)
After a long day of art in Perugia, I bought my train ticket for a jaunt to the Dolomites this weekend since this Icelandic volcano has been doing a real number on Euro travel... the airlines have lost millions, but the train lines are making bank as it is the only means of transportation from country to country, thus making stations SNAFU. Delightful. Can't wait. We ventured back to the villa on our token short bus that is just one more piece of transportation I've developed a love hate relationship for... this morning I hated it because I was shoved under Guiseppi's armpit with 67 other people (cattle car)... but this evening, it lent some glorious humor: TRANNY ON BOARD, Whoo Whoooo! Holy botched lip injections, someone's headlights are on! Let me paint you a pretty little picture of "Candy"... this WO-man was bigger than me (believe it or not), Adam's apple and breasticles included, with a Cat Woman inspired facelift (scars visible in between hair plugs) that made Joan Rivers look old and wrinkly. I wanted to ask her/him: "Did you look at that tank top before you put it on this morning thinking it would fit, or did you put it on in 2007 when it fit, pre-breast enhancement?" Tig-ol'-Bittys! He/she must've been smuggling raisins because it was a sauna in the stink wagon and the clincher was when a brotha' from Uganda boarded and I saw absolute fear in his big white eyes, like two eggs sunny-side up in an iron skillet. The visual of "Candy," the girls (and boys) giving "Boitumelo" the up-down is unfortunately burned in my memory. I lost it when he/she exited the pit of arm on wheels and in a sassy Nicholas Cage whisper said, "Scusi un attimo." HIL-arious. Once my inner giggle got a grip, we bolted in Corciano to stop by the grocery for fresh strawberries (whole basket for 1 Euro!)... Jeff was in the mood to celebrate the publication of his 10 page photo-journalism spread in Hot Rod magazine, so we snagged a bottle of Prossecco as well. We sat out in the courtyard, under the setting Umbrian sun, sharing stories, strawberries and laughs. Bebe made us frittatas for dinner with the asparagus Mikele and friends "caught" yesterday and we all merrily ate and drank the evening away, letting the stress of upcoming final projects float away in the fits laughter and cool evening breeze. Why worry in Italy when you can sit outside at 11:30 at night with a glass of Montepulciano d'Abruzzo with friends, talking about upcoming weekend travel plans? I can't think of a single reason... until tomorrow, ciao ciao ciao....
Monday, June 14, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
DAY 95,96,97,98 & 99: BACKWOODS BARBIE!
And we’re on in 5, 4, 3, 2 and “Hello and welcome back to Blond Voyage… apologies for the brief interruption… those damn Icelandic volcanoes are really doing a number on transportation- even via the world wide web and my fingertips.” Oy Vey! Skittish Yiddish?
Speaking of the number 5… these are days 95, 96, 97, 98 & 99…. I know! Where has the time gone AND how can I slam FIVE whole days in Europe into one blog? Simply unfathomable I tell you, but I’m gonna do it… don’t hate me (trust me, it’s not that exciting).
So there we were, at the little villa that could… Corciano, a.k.a. the town of 81 residents- all of which have traveled at least 81 planetary revolutions- corn flakes and sugar ants (contrary to Ricky Steves I'm sure)…
95: Friday. No Class. Slept in. Cornflakes. Yogi. Honey. Coffee. Mother’s Birthday. Researched Portugal. Googled sugar ants’ nutritional value. Threw up in my mouth a little. Ate salad for lunch. Spiced it up with cucumber. Whoo. Hoo. Visited KTM motorcycle store in Ellora to blow the stink off. Uneventful. Stopped at PAM grocery store on the way back. Shopped for the rest of the group for the weekend. Never doing that again. Bibi made asparagus frittatas with the wild asparagus Mikele *caught. Eat 4 saltines and try saying that 4 times fast! L.A.Z.Y.D.A.Y.
*Mikele goes out in the fields and “catches” wild asparagus… really cute the way he suggests that you actually hunt, chase and nab these stalks. Very hard to find actually, you must be a seasoned aspagunter.
96: Saturday. Cornflakes. Yogi. Orange. Banana. Coffee. New appreciation for breakfast. New concept for tall blond. Spent morning booking, negotiating, researching, requesting, surfing, budgeting (and by budgeting I mean having my people contact the IRS and Chase Mastercard’s people to see how slammed they are for the next 365 days …), my travels for the final 30 days of Blond Voyage, brought to you by Jenny Craig. Speaking of, only eating fruits and veggies, sans booze for the next 2 weeks… starting yesterday. Hilarious, I know. Ate healthy food for dinner (carrots, cucumber, tuna). Watched “Twightlight: New Moon.“ Horrifyingly horrific film. Kicked myself for admitting that I wasted 120 minutes of my life on Bloodmania. Made up for it by watching “Pride & Prejudice”- all time fav. Nighty-night.
97: Sunday-Funday! Cornflakes. Yogi. Banana. Coffee. You’re never going to eat yogurt again are you? Sorry. Convinced that I sleep on the most uncomfortable bed in all of Umbria. “La principessa ed il pisello.” You can figure that one out. Went on a 4 mile run/hike/somethingorother through the woods. Passed a frog pond. Dropped into a quarry. Yes a quarry. Trapped by barbwire and electric fences. Should’ve gotten arrested. Literally climbed (all 4’s) up a hill to a drainage ditch that led to private property. Hopped a few fences and found myself in Migiana. Grateful I grew up in Montana, which taught me how to “navigate” barbed wire and electrical fencing. Stretched it out by the castle. Bouldered the castle walls for awhile. Realized how weak my arms are. Instantly distracted by the sun setting over the valley. Realize why all the painting “greats” are from Italy- the sky is unlike any other. Mixed carrots, cucumber, plain yogurt and tuna fish together for dinner. Mmmm. Watched “Up In The Air.” Thank you and good night.
98: Monday. SURPRISE! Not. Corn flakes. Yogi. Banana. Coffee. Was asked when I knew I wanted to be an artist. Answered, “3 years old, when I mistook a jar of paint thinner for 7-Up and chugged it without any side effects such as death (sanity is debatable)- I knew I was destined.” Got me thinking what my passions in life are. Pin pointed the obvious: Art. Writing. Design. Being. Creative. Contemplated how to make millions with those talents. The words “struggling artist” whispered to me from a distance. Sounded like my father's voice. Decided my word of the day is: BEGONIA. Decided, “with everything in life, there is a balance,” and “out of nothing, comes something.” Felt inspired. Looked at my bank account. Instantly lacked inspiration. Did some tai chi after class- archer, move-the-boulder, bear-waiter, you know, the usual. Storm rolled in. FAT raindrops. Attended a FABULOUS Photo Shop clinic. Learned more in 45 minutes than I’ve ever learned in 45 minutes. Re-inspired. Drew a portrait of my cousin on her wedding day. Went to bed late.
99: Tuesday. Corn flakes. Yogi. Banana. Coffee. Duh. Drawing Critique. Went on a tour of the neighbor’s house (castle). Kinda’ messy. Lots of pigeon sh!t. Had salad for lunch. Pigeon shit and salad don’t sound appetizing together do they? No. They don’t. Spent the afternoon writing and snipping loose ends on end-of-April-showers-bringing-May-travel-plans. Went on a longgggggg run. Blew off steam. Started to research for my final paper. Lasted 2 minutes before I started editing photos. Have no idea what time I went to bed.
Tomorrow is DAY 100!!! Sh!t-the-bed, Fred! What a trip… 40 more to go… W.O.W… Ciao for now!
Friday, April 30, 2010
DAY 93: GunsN'Glasses
"If you're going to San Marino
Be sure to wear some clean underwear
If you're going to San Marino
You're gonna eat some caciatello there
For those who come to San Marino
Semi-automatics are 20% off there
In the streets of San Marino
Ray Ban wearing Italians sit and stare
All across the station such a strange little nation
Don’t cause a commotion
There's enough ammunition to create an explosion
Up all the stairways are people in motion
For those who come to San Marino
Be sure to handle merchandise with care
If you come to San Marino
You don’t want to spend your final days there
If you come to San Marino
Springtime is neither here nor there"
Abraham Lincoln once said, “Despite being so small, your state is one of the most honored countries of the whole history.” San Marino is considered one of the smallest countries in the world. It is located on the western coast of Italy, on top of Mount Titano. It’s constitution is the worlds oldest constitution still in effect, making it one of the wealthiest countries in the world, with the lowest unemployment rate in Europe and no national debt…. Which makes sense when 29,000 of its 30,000 inhabitants sell handguns, sunglasses, watches and jewelry sans tax with an extra 20% off. Need a pistol and olive oil? Take a drive to San Marino and ride the gondola to the top of the hill. Which is what we did, on a short bus, at 6am this morning…
Cornflakes and strawberries for breaky before a nauseous 2 hour ride to the “land of shopping.” We had the whole day to photograph and explore, so I took off solo and checked out the 3 towers, dating back to the 11th century! There were more stairs to climb than there are short men in Italy, and I was ridiculously sore from doing P90X… no sudden movements. After climbing to the top of the first tower at a glacial pace, I made my way across the little valley, through town to the next… checking out leather, jewelry and gun shops. Didn’t really check out the gun shops, but they maintained the majority of storefronts… it was like shopping at Cartier and Cabelas on the same block. I wasn’t aware there were Italian rednecks, but now I know… after a few hours of meandering, I was in dire need of a salad, since out packed lunch consisted of bread, crackers, bread and cake wrapped in plastic… good bye paper sack, hello Ristorante Titano. I went with a chef salad, which was enormous had a fabulous arrangement of fennel, tomatoes, carrots, radishes, olives, peppers, tuna, mozzarella and cucumbers. I was in fresh produce heaven… I sat and wrote with a cup of Earl Grey for 2 hours before meeting up with the group. I was lacking creative motivation and energy and it started to rain and I just wasn’t feelin’ it.
Back to the villa in time for dinner… some cabbage salad and fish before I started editing photos for the evening. My time is winding down here at Villa Pieve- I only have 2 weeks left in Italy! Stay tuned for an exciting week in Corciano… ciao for now!
Monday, April 26, 2010
DAY 90, 91, 92: "Just keep swimming..."
90: The last day of Spring Break… Sunday at the villa. Couldn’t sleep in so I got up and grabbed some breaky. I believe they left the coffee sitting out all week, because it tasted like paint thinner…. I spiced up some corn flakes with a sprinkling of muesli, and as I was taking my last few bites, I looked down to see my cereal moving. [insert Jaws theme song… now] Attack of the sugar ANTS! Those little mother truckers had snuck into ALL of my food during the week and were having a Spring Break of their own in Fiber Heaven, except for the ones swimming laps in my warm cereal milk. I got my protein in for the day- better than maggots or something disgustingly awful like that. Needless to say, I had a terrific start to my day that comprised of researching and planning the last month of Blond Voyage while watching the rain pour down outside. I ate tuna fish and crackers for lunch and an apple with ant free muesli for dinner. Excitement was bursting out of Sunday-Funday’s seams… no it wasn’t. And because it wasn’t, I’m going to include a few more days worth of uneventful events to compile this blog…
91: Monday Monday… yogi, corn flakes and a banana- a new staple and necessity in my diet. Took a mug-o-(fresh) coffee to class and edited photos all morning. Lunch comprised of salad and salad. I threw in a load of laundry before an afternoon of more photo editing. (You know your day is dull when you talk about doing laundry…) After class I let Tony Horton turn me into a noodle during a P90X Legs & Back workout- I probably won’t be able to get out of bed tomorrow. I worked on some projects for clients at home and joined the group for dinner to have a stare-off with my pasta…
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
DAY 89: L7-Dsquared
Apologies for this every other day business… blogging + 15 page paper on Florentine Art = One Busy Blond!
My last morning in Ibiza went a little something like this:
Up at 8 am. Breakfast downstairs involved great coffee, orange juice and an apple. Walked to town for a Big Gulps latte. Scanned mags at a nearby newsstand to kill time. Grabbed Roo, checked out and walked to the bus stop across town. Took the #10 bus to the airport…
While munching on muesli around 1pm in the airport, “Psycho Dave” decided to chat me up… he AND his stunna’ shades, hunter cargos tucked into his high top kicks and his pot belly that poked out under his Dsquared t-shirt. This dude was tripping balls- he kept asking me questions to which I barely responded in my best-disinterested tone. His feet were tap-tap-tappin’ to the song in his head and his twitches made the whole row of seats jerk, after I told him my name was “Sarah” for the 12th time, he grabbed his Louis Vuitton carry-on and ran- literally ran to the gate… even though they had just announced that our flight was delayed an hour. He skipped back to the area we’d taken over to inform us the flight was delayed (thanks, Dave) and chatted up the other girls when I closed my eyes. If I can’t see him, he can’t see me, right? After sitting around for 2 hours, I started to wish I could take a unicorn ride in Dave’s superlative state of mind. We finally boarded, but only after Dave pissed off the stewardess enough that she took her anger out on all the other passengers, specifically me, requiring Roo to eat my purse since I was only allowed one bag. There were 30 people on a 737… I think there’ll be enough room.
Back in Rome, we took a 4 Euro bus at 5:15pm to Roma Termini through horrible traffic- I was convinced we would crush every Smart Car we stopped behind- you couldn’t slide a credit card between bumpers… Four Non Blondes was the only thing that made the stop and go bearable. Made it to the train station… ran into a grocery store for some dinner items (salad, cheese and salami) when Jessie told us a woman in the ticket office told her we could catch a faster train if we ran… so run we did, barely making it onto the fart coffin FULL of people.
Two hours later we arrived in Foligno where we were to catch the next train to Perugia… but unfortunately, the woman in the ticket office didn’t inform Jessie that the trains to Perugia don’t run on Saturdays… if I had a dollar for every time I’ve received news such as this in the last 3 months, I’d have this trip paid off. SO, after finding/asking a EuroStar employee what our options were- a bus at 10:40pm… it was 8pm. Fan-cake-tastic… let’s see what Foligno’s all about, it shouldn’t take more than 2 hours! We parked around a table in a resto and ordered 2 liters of red wine. And Kate ordered French fries. Unenthusiastic were we! The act of killing time offers zero pride nor a sense of accomplishment… Dislike button for the feeling of, wanting to get home, but can’t. And it’s not even “real home!”
10:45pm: Bus departs Foligno train station.
11:13pm: Twelve eighth graders, all hording Heinekens, board the bus.
11:14pm: Italian yelling and drunken singing ensues.
11:56pm: Adolescent sobriety is no where to be found
12:17am: Whit’s patience and temper are tested.
12:19am: Whit about looses it just as the bus arrives in Perugia.
12:25am: We realize our only way home now is a taxi. We say fruitcake and cough up 25 Euros to get to the villa.
Long duck-dong day. Just when you think a simple flight and train ride will be a snooze, 12 hours of delay and dismay later. you throw your exhausted body into bed, with your shoes on. Home semi-sweet home! More from Corciano later, ciao!
Sunday, April 18, 2010
DAY 86, 87, 88: Silver Badgers
Ibitha, Thpain PART II:
Ibiza is the 3rd largest of the Balearic Islands, off the southern coast of Spain, known for summer club parties. Umbrellas in drinks being drunk under umbrellas by tanned topless touristas flirting with fellow foxy foreigners… sounds like a blast to me! Too bad it’s April 7th…
86: Jumped out of bed at 9:30am, ready to conquer the day… blasted 4 miles on the beach and came back to cut up an apple and a banana, throw it in a bowl with some yogurt and call it breakfast. The gang walked up to Ibitha Town, while I stayed to hang by the pool and listen to my own thoughts… until “Horus & Borus,” the British silver-badgers (not foxy) pranced out with their matching striped beach towels and semi-mullets. They assessed the “scene” with hands-on-hips before nestling in side-by-side in their beach chairs, hand-in-hand. Precious moments… soon interrupted by a young girl walking into the (freezing) pool, popping a squat and peeing! Right in front of her mother (who probably told her to do it)… definitely the Mexi-Reno of Spain. Clouds started to roll in, and the entertainment died down, so I walked into town to check out some stores and grab a latte. A few hours later I walked back to make some dinner- lentils with zucchini, garlic, ham and eggs... not bad considering my ingredients… I would dominate Iron Chef Espana. We played Presidents & Assholes (drinking card game) late into the evening…
87: Slept in and walked to town for a fatty coffee- possibly the best part of Ibitha! Walked in and out of shops all morning- a lot of cute little places… very touristy of course, but I found some gemstones and met some cool storeowners. At 2pm I realized I hadn’t eaten yet (God forbid!) and stopped at a posh resto called Central Park 53. I sat alone, in the empty dining room for 1 of 4 reasons: 1-it’s siesta, so everyone is taking their mid-day nap. 2-I'm a loser. 3- the place just opened so maybe people didn’t know they were open. 4- because Toni Braxton music videos were being played on repeat on the TV’s lining the walls. Call me crazy, but I’m going with numero tres… “You Mean The World To Me” was barely tolerable in 1993. I was convinced “Todd” the owner, who also waited on me, had heterosexual affections for Toni, and this was something new and different for him. FABULOUS! What was even more fabulous was the gazpacho served in a champagne flute followed by shrimp and veggie wok… great chef, but I’m sure he wanted to blow his brains out when “Todd” hit repeat on the DVD player. I hung out and wrote for another hour before walking back to lay by the pool. We watched “Taken” and “The Dark Knight” before hitting the hay. Another rough day on the island…
88: Up at 9:30 to put in my last 6 mile run on the beach… apple and yogurt for breaky before walking into town with the crew for coffee. Pursued a bit before heading back to the pool… just as I was falling asleep in 70 degrees, Jessie came down to inform me “We need you.” Apparently the hotel only had us booked through Friday instead of Saturday, and the “helpful” woman at the front desk was demanding/wondering why we weren’t out of our rooms. Because I handle confrontation so lightly and willingly, the girls voted I should figure this "situation" out. Short story long, when the initial reservation was changed from 5 to 6 people, they subtracted a day in the 2nd reservation, which we never caught/checked, since naturally, we assumed they would keep the same dates. Well, they didn’t and we had 5 minutes to pack our sh!t and boogie… I walked down the street from hotel to hotel asking if they had availability and got a whole lot of “We booked full through Abril.” Finally, behind a pizzeria was a hostel that had rooms- which can be a total gamble, but I figured what the hell, it’s this or the bus station. Turns out, this place was WAY better than ghetto fabulous palace down the street that smelled like urine, refused to give us soap and had lumpy pillows. P.S. “Lumpy” and “pillow“ should never be in the same sentence together, ever. We rated it a third of a star out of 5… after checking out, checking in and dropping our junk off, cold brewskies were what needed to happen next- no questions asked. We came across a cheap little grocery store, made our adult beverage purchases and headed to the beach. A few hours in the sun and sand with drink in hand worked up an appetite, so we found a great bistro close by with the best meal we’ve all had in weeks, served by Johnny Depp and Colin Farell. I ordered Dolmas- grape leaves stuffed with Ratatouille over Mediterranean couscous and fresh tzatziki sauce- Ta'Die. Instead of dessert, we celebrated our last night in Ibitha with martinis and shots of homemade Absinthe, courtesy of Johnny and Colin. Back to our nice little hostel with a great last day behind us. Returning to Rome and on to Corciano tomorrow, ciao!
Friday, April 16, 2010
DAY 82, 83, 84, 85: Baked Blubber
Ibiza, Spain: PART I
Unfortunately the most “exciting” days, are travel days i.e. things go wrong… so I’ll be doing Spring Break in Ibiza in two parts. So there we were…
82: In Rome. Up at 8:30 to check out and grab “American” breakfast across the street… I can’t seem to pull myself away from yogurt, granola and fresh fruit. I’d say it will be the death of me, but that doesn’t really make sense since actually vitalizes you… we left the boys (who were struggling with their up-chuck reflexes) and walked to Roma Termini, best-known station for pickpockets. We just barely made the train to the Ciampano airport- or so we thought… turns out it drops you on the outskirts, and you have to wait for a shuttle to take you to your gate, and of course we just missed the last shuttle. Our only choice was a taxi, which was fine with me because little “Giorgio” said the tall blond doesn’t have to pay. An hour later we were checked in, through security and ready to board our full RyanAir flight to Ibitha, Thpain! One thing I’ve noticed about Italians (besides their “entitlement”) is that they never wear shorts, nor would they be caught dead in them. It was a nice day, and we were in skirts and shorts and they sneered at us like we kicked their miniature toy poodle. Weird.
An hour and a half later we arrived in Ibitha, waited for a 3 Euro bus for 30 minutes that looped us through ramshackled neighborhoods and ethnic food stands. I felt like I was on a bus in Mexico again, except this one had air conditioning and no visible weaponry. After 20 minutes of dreadful B.O. and babies screaming in Spanish, we got off and walked another 15 minutes to our hotel. Relieved and ready to relax, we checked in… wait, no we didn’t, because they didn’t have a RESERVATION for us! Kate immediately got online to show this extremely unhelpful woman our proof of purchase… she, in a rather peevish manner, found a couple vacant rooms (this place was desolate mind you) and finally handed over room keys.
After settling in, 3 to a room, we sat by the pool for a bit before embarking on a grocery mission. Easter weekend in Spain is similar to Italy- NOTHING is open… we found a super random grocery where I purchased ham, eggs, Gouda, salsa, tuna, pickles, instant chicky-noodle soup, salsa, green beans and yogurt. I know, yum right? On our way back we found a Kabob resto and decided to see if it compared to Florence’s “Istanbul.” Not quite, but it hit the spot nonetheless over a couple beers and people watching. Back to the apartment to snuggle in, watch “Whip-It” and play cards.
83: Slept in until 9:30am. Got up to brush teeth. Went back to bed until 11am. Made a ham and cheese omelet with salsa. Laid by the pool. Had ZERO motivation to do anything. Around 5pm we mustered up enough energy to walk to a pizzeria/bar for a few beers. Sat outside, in the wind. Not tropical weather. Not happy about it. 2 shots of tequila warmed us right up. Stopped in an Indian market- dot, not feather. Reminisced about all the fabulous food I ate in France. Bought some cereal, Pringles and an avocado. Walked to hotel. Made chicky soup. Dropped an egg in the soup, making it chicky-egg-drop soup. Watched “The Blind Side.” Shed many a tear (such a sap). Went to bed.
84: Slept in ‘til 10am. Looked like the Elephant Man from crying during the movie last night. Ran 6 miles along the beach. Thoroughly enjoyed breathing easier at sea level, the smell of salt water and sand beneath me. Did not enjoy dodging the Baked Blubber Babes turning their ta-ta’s into leather. Ate yogurt with cereal for breaky. Laid by the pool and caught up with Mr. Dawcy and Lizzy in P&P. Walked into Ibiza Town (10 min.). Not much going on since it’s STILL Easter weekend. Happy Easter by the way. Grabbed lunch at a great resto in the main square. Fabulous tuna salad. Walked around. Walked back to hotel, right in front of left. Made some tasty cocktails. Watched The Hangover. Laughed my ass off. Watched Chicago. Contemplated trying out for American Idol. Had a harsh reality check. Decided to walk to “Cube,” an Indonesian resto for a beer. Ate a hard-boiled Easter egg the owner gave us as we left. Danced my way back to the hotel. No, I’m not kidding.
85: Slept in until 11am. Experienced a lack of motivation, once again. Yogi, muesli and a banana for breaky. Watched ski videos from the Olympics. Wished I was skiing. Realized I was in Ibiza, Spain. Slapped myself. Watched “Sex & the City: The Movie” for the 800th time. Found an ounce of energy in my big toe. Walked to town. Found a Canadian coffee shop that had BIG coffees. Jumped for friggin’ joy when “Selena” handed me a caramel latte. Savored this heaven in my mouth for a few uninterrupted moments. Found a bookstore. Purchased the March issue of In Style. Turned into the happiest girl in the world. Decided to eat Chinese for dinner. Ordered chop suey veggies and almond chicken. Walked back to the hotel. Curled up in bed. Read my bible for a good 2 hours. Fell asleep with visions of Sam Edelman sandals dancing in my head.
Part II of Spring Break ’10 will continue tomorrow… ciao!
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