We’re here, finally here.
Yesterday was spent in Croatia, which I’m sure I loved- but I also bet my mind was on today.
Greece.
The next 3 days will be spent visiting sites in Greece, which I’m thrilled about. You can’t see everything you want to when you’re on a cruise and only off the boat 6 hours of the day, yet I’m still very excited about getting to finally visit Greece. I’ve always wanted to visit.
Hey, speaking of “I’ve always wanted to visit there.” I was thinking about how this has been a dream of mine for so long and I’m doing it and it makes me happy. It makes me think that I should do more of the things I “dream” about. It makes me realize that things that seem hard or a long time in my future may not be that hard, or might not be that far away. I mean, here I am on my Mediterranean cruise. It’s something I’ve wanted to do for so long.
Just a thought. Hey- stop reading my post and go out and do something you’ve always wanted to do!
]]>We’re back in Rome. The city I will forever deem as The One Where I Had a Panic Attack Looking for My Sister.
Because we did the totally awsome cooking in Sicily tour, we had to sit one out, and sadly, we’re sitting out our stay in Rome.
At the time we booked this trip it didn’t seem like a big deal to skip out on Rome, however, now that I’m thinking about it- I wish we wouldn’t have.
Today is sort of like another day at sea for me and P. I’m sure we’re having a grand time doing nothing, but I’m sure we both wish we would have toured Rome.
I mean-
It’s ROME.
Ugh. Don’t remind me of my folly.
I’m off to get an ice cream cone.
]]>The trip is halfway over.
]]>Today is the stop P and I have been so excited about! It’s the excursion we spent the most money on and have been looking forward to the most!
Today is Cooking in Sicily!
Today we’ll meet up with a Sicilian chef, go shopping in the local markets, and make a dish!
I know you guys are probably all- “That!? You’re excited for THAT? You spent the most money on THAT?”
Yes. THAT.
I’m thrilled.
I wish I could write this post in real time to tell you how great it was- oh- and let you try my Sicilian masterpiece. ha ha
Wish you were here. Yay for the best excursion! It’s finally arrived.
]]>PS- I miss Will.
]]>I’m sure by now, P and I are cruise experts and have everything down perfectly- when to go to dinner, what lounges are the best, where the younger old people are…
I have a feeling I won’t mind the days at sea much. The only thing is that it will have me thinking of Will more than if I’m on an excursion. It’s been 8 days since we’ve seen each other and I know I miss him big time by now. the first few days are never that awful, but as you hit a week it starts to sting in your heart.
So today at sea, I’m sure I’m thinking about Will and how much I miss him and how much I wish he were here with me to make fun of the weird old guy in the yellow speedo.
<3
]]>Because we’re fatties and obsessed with food, both of these excursions revolve around eating.
I’m siked!
Our first stop is Barcelona where we’ll be going on a Tapas Tour. I figure you can’t go wrong with that.
Our 2nd day is in Mallorca, which will consist of a tour of the Costa Nord concluding with a wine tasting.
gasp- that’s right. Wine tasting.
(For those of you confused, apparently there are people that know me used to know me that think I’ve abandoned God for going on a wine tasting tour. They also don’t know that I know they read my blog. I thought it nice just to call them out and say a friendly hello.)
Hello!
Moving along.
We’re going on a wine tasting tour in Spain, which will conclude our time there. I’m so excited. I know we’re going to have a great time on these tours.
Oh and PS- I miss Will. <3
]]>I’m sure we’re playing bingo with the oldies, or maybe lounging by the pool.
Nah. I’ll be totally honest with you guys.
We’re either:
A. Ordering room service and watching a British film
B. Abusing the ice cream machine upstairs
C. Sitting outside watching the weird 80 year old man in the yellow speedo
Hey, I can almost promise you. Who knew a day at sea could be so fun!?
]]>I don’t think that’s in my future today. We’re taking a short tour of the city, which has me very excited. Perhaps P will get to marry a prince and I’ll live vicariously through her?
]]>I’m so excited. We’ll spend all day out and about visiting the Tuscan Landmarks of Florence & Pisa.
I’m sure you can expect incredibly annoying pictures of me and P leaning with the tower, or holding it up with 1 hand. I think you’re obligated to take cheesy shots like that when you’re there, right?
Oh- did I tell you guys the average age for people on our cruiseline is 58?
5-freaking-8! That means there’s a host of people way older than that for that to be the median!
Sheesh.
We’re having fun. I’m sure.
]]>That’s how this sentence ends.
I can guarantee you.
Now, I’d like to give myself some credit here. I’d like to think I was a major stud and smartie and that finding my sister was incredibly easy, but let’s face it.
I know myself.
I’m sure I get off the plane and do all the right things- check to see when she’s arriving and look for the gate.
I then attempt to find the gate and get lost.
Twice.
I finally get my bearings, and arrive at P’s gate.
Only she’s not there.
Her plane has landed and she went down to the luggage claim.
Which has me utterly confused.
Which means I start looking for luggage claims-
and get lost.
Twice.
And my heart hurts because I feel so lost and alone and confused and miss Will that much more.
Oh guys- this story is getting really bad. I really hope that’s not what happens. Please wish me luck and say a prayer.
Wait- if you’re reading this, it probably already happened.
Crap.
Well… let’s hope I’m not still stuck in Rome while you’re reading all about the fake vacation I wrote about last week.
Okay, best case scenario- I find my sister with no trouble.
Let’s just pretend, okay?
Okay, so I’ve got P and we find out connecting ride to the cruise and we make it with ease.
Checking in is easy and there are no troubles.
I hope that’s how Day 2 ends. I really hope. I’m most worried about my first 2 days away and my last 2. The in between? I’m not stressed over. I hope day 2 ends happily.
Here’s to hoping…
]]>I thought it only right to post as often as I can while I’m on vacation.
To do that, it requires me looking a bit into the future, and since I’m so much like Phoebe (read last post) I’m channeling the future so that I can keep you ladies up to date on all the fun and exciting things going on while I’m on the cruise!
Ready?
Here we go.
Today is 4 August. That means I’m somewhere in the air by now. I bid Will farewell and feel all nervous in my stomach. He always takes care of me. He gets us from Point A to Point B, and I suddenly find myself lonley as I approach Point A 1/2. Do I have my passport? Check. Boarding Pass? Check. Carry on?
Carry on?
Carry on!?
(it’s here where I start to sweat and majorly panic- which only makes things worse)
Ah- carry on. Right behind me.
I get on all my connecting flights with ease in a rushed panic, but nonetheless, I’m on the plane.
Knowing my luck I got a great comfy aisle seat on the short trip to Atlanta, but a tight cramped middle seat on the 50 hour flight to Rome. I’m sure I got a talker too. Someone that can’t wait to share their life story and fascination with cheese.
I don’t even have to look into the future to tell you that’s probably what will happen to me.
I’m sure I eat the airplane food, which makes me think of Will because we always trade each other for the airplane food we can tolerate.
He gets my roll, I get his salad. He gets my cheese, I get his dessert.
I sigh, eat my roll, and miss Will.
How am I going to last 21 days??
As I take a Tylenol PM and call it a night I think about the day ahead, and once again that nervous feeling enters my stomach. I thought today was bad? Ha. Try attempting to find your tiny baby sister in the Rome airport with no cell phone or clear guidance as to where she’ll be.
At this point, I pray the Tylenol kicks in. Sigh, and go to sleep. Stay tuned for tomorrow’s adventure.
<3
]]>Will and I went furniture shopping to get a simple TV stand and it took all day long. All Day. Seriously!
The poor guy was so frustrated with me.
We went to literally 7 stores and I stayed at each entirely too long.
“Why are you wasting the salesmen’s time? You already told me you didn’t like anything here?” Will would ask.
He was right- but that didn’t stop me.
Instead I let him drone on and on about crap I would never put in my house because I’m entirely too nice sometimes.
“Be firm,” Will would say.
Yeah. Um, that didn’t work out too well yesterday.
Oh and while we’re on the subject of salespeople. Seriously! You would have thought we were in the market for a brand new Lexus or something! These people were all over us! Practically making out with us at each fake living room set where we would we stop.
Um- think unneutered dogs.
Anyway, the crazed leg humping salesmen were hungry for a sale and the longer I was around them, the more annoyed I would get.
All I wanted was a stupid TV stand! GAH!
Will wasn’t much help either. After about the 4th hour he was spent. He had no idea what I was looking for (Ha- I had no idea what I was looking for. “I’ll know it when I see it, “ I would tell him), and was ready for me to make a decision already.
Wow- welcome home, right? The joys of young homeowners buying furniture.
Speaking of young homeowners- that is TOTALLY where Will and I need to hangout every Saturday night (think the Doug and Carrie at Lowes episode)! There is so much potential couplefriend meat there it’s not even funny! Seriously- Will and I should totally spend out Saturdays “looking for a couch” or “browsing to find the right dining room set.” Seriously- there is a world of young married couples out there and they all flock to furniture stores on the weekend.
Will thinks I’m crazy.
I totally think I’m on to something.
As much as I was annoyed yesterday, and exhausted from looking at wooden “things” so much that they all looked the same, it was sort of an okay day. It was nice spending time with Will- even though I’m postivie he didn’t have near as much fun as I did (um, or how about no fun at all). Ugh- just think what it will be like to buy a real piece of furniture! It took me hours to find “nothing!” Wait until I have to buy “something!”
Oh- and I feel as though I should mention that after shopping for hours we went back to the very first store we were at and bought the first thing I liked.
Yeah, because I’m a woman and can’t make a decision.
Adventures of shopping in America. So much darn fun.
<3 Stay tuned. I’m actually blogging everyday next week.
]]>He’s 28 today, which used to seem so “old,” but suddenly seems so young!
We went to a family reunion yesterday (because apparently that’s what you have to do when you live in America these days) and afterwards went out for an early birthday dinner to a semi-famous steak restaurant in the City.
I must also mention the fact that I picked up a Key Lime Pie Cheesecake (yes, it deserves capital letters) from the Cheesecake Factory Friday night. Happy Birthday To ME… oh yeah- and Will too.
I also saw that on Wednesday they’re celebrating National Cheesecake Day (because in America not only do you have to attend family reunions, but you also have to celebrate every tiny thing such as Cherry Day and Backwards Day and Drink Coffee All Day Day) by charging $1.50 for a piece of cheesecake!
Hello treadmill!
In other, much less important news, my furniture is arriving this week! I’m so excited. It should be here Wednesday and I’m really forward to having some comforts of my “other home” with me. Oh, and our TV is arriving so Will will be happy. I told Will it was sort of nice not having the TV around for a month, he fully agreed.
not.
Somehow talking isn’t nearly as thrilling as Sportscenter.
Apparently.
We have a TV in our bedroom (which by the way I loathe- TV in a bedroom? Totally Will’s doing), but no cable just yet. We’ve been watching lots of FRIENDS boxsets-
which inevitably has me anazlying which one I would be, who Will would be… who Boz and Lucy would be…
My life is so thrilling.
P is for sure Rachel. Nothing to even ponder.
P says I’m Phoebe, and I really, really hope that’s not true-
but I’m afraid the odds are against me.
I love Phoebe, she makes me laugh- but seriously, P? I can’t be her…
Alright, I’m pretty sure you guys don’t care about this conversation… moving along…
I’m getting ready to drop by one of Will’s old neighbor’s house this afternoon. She’s a great seamstress and is going to get a huge giant tapestry I bought in Kuwait ready to be hanged (hung? Hanged? I’m pretty sure it’s hanged, though it doesn’t sound as nice as hung...). I’m so excited about it. I’d really like to get it up before I leave. I’ll be sure to take a picture for you guys. It’s really beautiful.
Alright ladies- I’m off to meet the Seamstress. Afterwards I think we’re meeting our couplefriend for a birthday dinner.
couplefriend.
I still need to tell you about them, don’t I? I forgot how ready I was to have one of those. I prayed for one for so many months in Kuwait, and now it appears they might be here.
okay okay, I need to get off. Will is badgering me.
Is that what being 28 does to people?
I hope not.
Let me honor my 28 year-old birthday boy and meet this lady.
More to Come…
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