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Baby I Was Born This Way!

4 Mar

So it’s official. We are booking the 7 day Greek Isle Cruise out of Venice. Yes I love to cruise – I am one of those people – Angie refuses to set foot on a boat – Melanie hates it..well strongly dislikes it would be more accurate..it’s the food – but me – I LOVE IT!  (That’s another blog in itself.) I haven’t been excited about much lately and I gotta say – it feels good to be excited about this. Things could not of come together more perfectly!

The original plan was to fly abroad on July 5th spend the next 10 days touring Belgium, Luxembourg, Amsterdam and Germany – do a couple of days in Paris and then head down to the South of France for a 7 day private tour of the region.  After the South of France we will take a train into Espana and spend a few days in my beloved Barcelona before heading to NYC – and three days in Lilydale. Wow. I just felt tired thinking about all that.  Must reframe the brain around that. I’m also putting it out there that I am absolutely – completely refusing to experience jet lag at anytime during this trip. So here is why I was speculating as to whether or not the cruise thing would work out.. The dates I was available to cruise were very limited. I had to be back on land by the 5th of July – not a day later and while I am willing to come back to port a few days early..I couldn’t get off the ship on say the 27th or 28th of June. Toiling around in Europe for an extra week can cost the big bucks…even with all my budget savvy trip saving tactics in place. And lastly I’ve been a lot of places that are common cruise destinations and I was having a very hard time finding a cruise that visited – new to me- locations. My number one choice and where I wanted to go was the Greek Isles and imagine my delight when I stumbled upon an American cruise line, going to all my dreamy top choice ports and leaving from one of my favorite places and all the dates were perfect and the price is incredible!! Wow that was a run on sentence. Now all I am asking the Universe for is a plane ticket to Europe round trip for under $1000. Yep – there it is Universe. I’d like one of those please.

So all in all I will be gone for approximately 38 days…and I deserve every single one of those glorious vacation days as do you my fellow readers and friends. Now Angie on the other hand. She’d be freaking out. She is only participating in the last couple legs of the trip. She’s a very routine oriented person and doesn’t like to be away from home longer than 10 days. I have no idea why because as soon as she gets home and gets settled in she starts complaining about wanting to go somewhere and being bored every single day.  Being a teacher she has the whole summer off and she goes very stir crazy.  I suppose it’s just how she is – she was born that way and I clearly was not.  However both ways are perfect …unless she’s making me come home early from a trip. Just kidding. I really think I have Gypsy blood if there is such a thing. I want to see the entire planet. All the time. While I do love my squishy soft pillow top California King bed and the comforts of home – I’d gladly swap them for an adventure abroad- heck an adventure anywhere – wait I have to be straight with you-  I’m not the best ‘rough it’ camper. I’ll do it – for a few days. Then I’m out. And ‘rough it’ camper means hot water and a toilet to me. Now my sister on the other hand…she requires a rock star tour bus in order to agree to camp..so at least I am not that bad.  🙂 Love you sissy.

Alrighty then…lets wrap this blog up. Next friday we are starting the “Why we love to travel, why we think you should too and why you deserve it” series of posts. Really I am just so full of run on sentences tonight. I’ve never said this was a good grammar blog. Hahahaha . Melanie is currently on a cruise ship – I told her to claim she had a gluten allergy which ensures every single meal is made fresh for her – so hopefully she took my advice and has become a converted cruise lover  ❤ .  I really am allergic to gluten as is Angie, so my eating experience on a cruise is very different from most people’s.  I order what I want specifically the night before dinner and everything is made fresh and is allergen free – just for me!!  I just get so excited about cruising.  I think it’s the hot balmy sexy nights at sea and the sun drenched days in exotic places. Ok – focus Eden. On that note I will leave you with an amazing little girl belting out Lady Gaga’s latest jam…in  honor of Angie being ‘born that way’.  🙂

So Much LOVE,



Yo te amo Barcelona…

30 Jun

I transferred to a new school in 6th grade. A not so fun experience for an 11-year-old. Especially considering I had also transferred to a new school in 5th grade. No I was not a problem child. First we moved – hence the new school in 5th grade and then after completing that year I was invited to attend a smarty pants school. You know the type..lots of smart children compile into one place and have more homework. Two major changes in two years. So anyhow… on the first day of 6th grade I wandered aimlessly around the quad. Either make friends or die – at least that’s what an 11-year-old thinks. I’m still here..so I obviously survived. Wandering around the quad that day was also another new girl, one who was having an equally traumatic experience. Her family was from Spain and after living in South Africa for many years had relocated to the grand ol’ U.S. of A to pursue the American dream. Not only a new school for my soon to be best friend but a new land and a new language too. Where am I going with all this and what does it have to do with me loving Barcelona? I’m getting there I swear I really am. Caroline (Carolina in Espana) was her name and we forged a bond that day that has with stood the test of time. We were and still are the best of friends.

This is me in the 6th Grade - I'm wearing my favorite dress!

I spent countless days with Caroline and her family. I was fascinated by their accents, their mannerisms, decor, traditions, food and especially with how fast her mother could fire out words while scolding Caroline – or both of us- in Catalan. Catalan…is a dialect spoken in the region of Spain known as Catalonia. Catalonia is one of the 17 Autonomous Communities of the Kingdom of Spain. Its capital is Barcelona. In case you were wondering – political power in Spain is channeled by a central government and 17 autonomous communities or regional governments. Did you know that ? Did I just teach you something? It must have been that smarty pants school back in 6th grade. 🙂 Bringing it back around..got off on a tangent there..I suppose it would seem I was already smitten with Espana and I hadn’t even sent foot off American soil yet. Flash forward. Caroline’s parents sent her to private school back in Spain right smack in the middle of our freshman year in High School. I was devastated. I vowed to come and visit. It only took me 13 years to get there..but hey who’s counting? (Besides Caroline)  


Caroline and Mom


 I can now proudly say I have been to Barcelona many times and rather than tell you about a specific trip.. I will tell you about my favorite adventures. I can’t possibly fit all of them into this one blog – so I will start back at the beginning. First trip to Barcelona, first night out, first adventure. 🙂 Look for others in the future – so many great memories and I will share most – The food, the people, the sights, Tibidabo, the beaches, Las Ramblas, Festa Major De Gracia, Gaudi -the list goes on and on! 🙂  


Adventure Numero Uno – Barcelona Club Hopping Night after 20 hours of flying:  

I was so excited that I had finally made it to Barcelona that I refused to embrace jet lag or exhaustion. Exit plane, squeeeel with delight when seeing Caroline for first time in years, drive to her apartment , talk incessantly, shower, food, wine bar, nightclub and dancing – in that order.  

The view from Caroline's Apt.

Interior Apartment Shot

Let’s just get right into it. We arrive at our first club. I have never experienced Latin men like this. Whoa. They love the Americans with blonde hair and light eyes. I should mention that I have a girlfriend traveling with me that fits this mold too. We don’t have to wait, don’t have to pay and are shown right it. I’m feeling right at home and loving Barcelona even more…and it only gets better. We have an authentic Spaniard with us.. Caroline has developed an impressive repertoire of foreign languages and is capable of firing off in Spanish, French, Italian and Catalan. We are covered on all fronts and Caroline is a beauty. Life is good. We wander around the club, grab a drink and start to settle in. We had our choice of rooms to hang out in and we headed upstairs into the designated hip hop area. I’ve never been a techno girl. Now for some reason I have to admit – I was expecting the music to suck. I’m not really sure what I thought the DJ would be playing but it definitely wasn’t Snoop Dogg and Notorious BIG – so when we walked in.. I was pleasantly surprised… I can work with Snoop- definitely wasn’t what I was expecting- but it’s all good …heads are bobbin’, drinks are flowin’ and I am a happy girl.  

Sara and I

Up in da' club!

Caroline and I

Suddenly I realize my girlfriend isn’t next to me. We’d been fending off suitors for the last hour laughing and she’d been bugging me to dance.. I figured she’d finally succumb to one of the latin love’s in hot pursuit and made her way to cut a rug. I wandered to the edge of the dance floor and noticed a small circle of about 8-10 men had formed. My girlfriend is in the middle. She isn’t putting on a show. Each guy is patiently waiting their turn to dance with her. She would dance for a few seconds with one and then move to the next round and round the circle. They were all very handsome and could really dance. She looked like a 5-year-old who had found Santa under the tree holding a new puppy with a giant red bow. I can honestly say I laughed so hard my sides hurt…I asked her after- What were you doing? She said they all wanted to dance and wouldn’t take no for an answer and she didn’t want to hurt anyones feelings. Oh boo whooo..sure Sara.  

Sara making her way around the circle.. wearing a hat belonging to one of her 8 dance partners.

The night only got better and better for Sara. Did I mention she was single and I wasn’t? The Barcelona EuroLeague Basketball team had just walked in. That’s kind of like the Lakers in Spain…need I say more? What? I can look alright… I assure you – basketball players are not my thing..but Sara does need a strong wingwoman and someone to look out for her best interests. I repeatedly have to lift her jaw up off the floor and drag her away from them.  

This was only 2 of them..there were like 14 more.

Caroline meanwhile had bumped into some colleagues from the fashion industry – (she works for Dolce and Gabbana and I think they were with Gucci) and was pondering over an invitation to Menorca on their yacht. Boy oh boy..what is not to like about Spain?  


We did have our fair share of stalky types of men that we had to hide in the bathroom from..they are persistent those Latins..but this club had a DJ in the womens bathroom so it was no trouble…just a little change of pace.  

Yes - that really is a DJ in the bathroom AKA Lovely Room

And there was actual dancing happening in the Lovely Room..best bathroom ever.

5 hours after we entered the club we eventually made our way out . It was only after the coach of the Barcelona basketball team dragged his players out that Sara would agree to leave. We exited just in time to see the sunrise. 5:30 am Barcelona time.. 9:30pm for Sara and I.  

Barcelona sunrise..

 We were still going strong and on US Pacific Standard Time- but it was starting to sink in that we had been up for like 2 days and were running off pure adrenaline and excitement. It took almost an hour for us to hail a taxi to take us back to the Plaza where we had left Caroline’s car. Have no fear..there were lots of ‘clubbers’ stranded waiting for taxi’s so the socializing and good times continued out front.  

Deliriously tired and giddy in the front seat..

And down for the count in the back seat - It'd been a hard days night!

  We got back to Caroline’s at around 7:30am. Thank God for those metal shades that roll down over your apartment windows and completely eliminate all perception of what time of day it is.  

Love those metal shades.

We didn’t get up until 4 pm that afternoon…and the next day/night started off at a little pizza place over looking the ocean right by Caroline’s apartment. The Chef made our pizza into the shape of a giant heart. He must of known that I love Barcelona…