Day 262 2am

Thank God for Captain Morgan, or I wouldn’t be able to handle the current ‘predicament’ that I’ve found myself in.

Its just been one ridiculous day all together.

The morning was ridiculously good…Paul and I woke up to a rainy Mainz, but found some umbrellas and we had some of the best Wurst in Germany! Went back to his apartment and watched a “A good year” a nice movie about a Brit who moves to France, falls in love with this hott girl and finds out that work isn’t everything in life. Great movie. Loved it.

It ended at the right moment, as I needed to head off to the airport and end my time here in Europe.

Paul decided to accompany me to the airport, which was great to one, spend more time with him, but also he helped me with my super heavy suitcase.

And then it became ridiculously bad….

Get to the airport…almost 2 hours before departure.

Stand in line for check-in…and I find out that my suitcase weighs 5kg, or 10 pounds too heavy!!


I open up the suitcase, Paul tells me, just put as many clothes on as you can…I’m wearing a summer dress, but put on jeans…and heels…and a couple of T-shirts…and a hooodie…and totally stuff my bra and T-shirt with as much as I can. Pretty sure I went from size A to DD in 5 minutes. I even un-zipped my pants and tried to stuff books in my underwear.

I’ve never been as fat as that before in my life.

It is finally my turn. I pass with the weight limits…no problem.

The problem…and ultimate reason why the fuck I’m not in Costa Rica right now is because I was unable to present physical proof of a flight that I would be eventually leaving Costa Rica.

I told the woman…look I bought my ticket already I leave July 5th, from San Jose and get into Chicago around 9pm …she said. Nope,…I have to  know the exact details.

Paul and I RAAAN to the internet stand to find my flight information…we ran back to the woman, and she Nope…I need something physically in my hands,..a printed itinerary.

I was wearing my fat suit in heels, so Paul was my hero and ran as fast as he could to try to find a printer. I stood waiting…I wanted to throw up I felt so sick.

He came back…and there was no printer, anywhere.

Flight was impossible.

She had my passport number, my credit card number, the airline company name, the ticket purchase number… it wasn’t good enough. She said…well you can run and buy another ticket then. WHAT?!?! The ticket I have is 800 something dollars?!! I don’t even understand that…at all.

And we didn’t even show up late!

I just walked away and cried.

Hard and long.

I sobbed. I was so sad.

And then I was angry. Extremely angry.

Every word was four letters.

I went outside with Paul, took a drag of his cigarette, temporarily zoned out for a few minutes than went in the corner and screamed ‘F*** You!’ as loud as I could.

But what can be done tonight?


Only Paul, Paul’s sister, sister’s boyfriend, good friend, and Captain Morgan can make the night better. And it has gotten better…but then I have to wake up tomorrow and figure out what the hell is going to happen.

I have no idea…


Day 260 (Yesterday)

Lufthansa saved the day with a whole 3 seats to myself and some of the most comfortable airplane seats I’ve ever. The extremely fat German man across the aisle who is reading the ‘Frankfurter’ is starting to sweat…but to compensate the flight attendant is tall dark and handsome speaking German and offering meal trays.

Free meal doesn’t look too bad. Its ravioli, and comes with wafer cookies, nice touch. I’m glad there is food and that people eat dinner late here, because I haven’t eaten all day and was starting to get dizzy. Leaving Spain, dragging around luggage, a 6 hour bus ride with a broken chair sitting next to chatty Arabic speakers takes a lot out of a person.

Ooh drink cart is coming. Maybe free German beer. I’ll keep the fingers crossed.

Ok Lufthansa’s the best…and this short trip to Germany is official! I got a fat blonde man, a blonde frosty beer and some Die Fantastichen Vier playing on the iTunes (thanks for the music Paul!) and  lots of ‘Ja Ja’ ‘s all around me.

So in 2 more hours I’ll be in Frankfurt. I’ve only been there once before, for my birth. It would be interesting to see where I was born, although its only a military base. I guess my parents lived in a middle of nowhere little German town, I’d like my mom to take me someday and point out places around and tell me stories of how I was so cute and always behaved ; )

I’m thinking about these past few days and the days to come. This is going to be one of the longest weekends in my life.

Leaving was Torrox was both hard and easy to do. Hard because I was starting to get close with people in town, and I’m going to miss them terribly. I am really glad I got to see the one and only Sin Rencor, Miguel’s band jam out one night. Very impressive, and they gave me a free CD and T-Shirt. I’m most defiantly a groupie now! I also got to spend some time with the girls in the cafe, particularly one of them…my favorite. She says she wants to go to the states…I gave her my contact info, I would be happy to meet her in Chicago someday! I said goodbye to the old Antonio. He almost made me cry, and I got one last hug out of him. I talked to the man at the fruit stand, and the lady who works at the butchers too.

Because of the whole land-lady situation I did get a bit stressed out, and that sort of interfered with some of my plans. Never did take a last walk around town, or pictures of a few important people like I had wanted too. I never did get my deposit back, but I took matters into my own hands and thats all I’m saying about that.

Saying goodbye in school was sweet. I had a whole stack of colored ” I love you” pictures. The best ones are from 2nd grade. I’m almost positive one of the little girls drew this hilarious picture of me with big boobs,….and a penis thing in between my legs. I cried a little bit from laughter…but told her I loved it. I do love it,  I’m just not sure if I should be flattered or offended!

One of my teachers didn’t know if was my last day, but the director at school gave Tina and I presents. It was really sweet and made my eyes water.

But I’m happy to be out of school. Happy to not have to discipline anyone or ask for people to please listen to me, or try to explain things like the French Revolution in 3 mins because we’re short on time….but if you would it would be something like….some people had lots of power and money…some people didn’t (and it was beautiful **Celine Dion joke. Youtube it**) and then they fought over it and democracy won.

I did end up packing everything,…and throwing lots of stuff away, like my Yoga mat, my free weights, an old ex’s backpacker backpack, T-Shirts, and other things. I had no choice but to throw things away, my suitcase was so heavy. Worst part was I discovered on the way from Torrox to Malaga that the wheels were broken, so I literally had to drag the suitcase.

I was walking downtown Malaga on route to Tina’s and passed a building with a mirrored exterior, and had to watch my miserable self try to struggle and sweat down the street. I could only go about 15ft, before I had to rest and switch hands. Luckily though with the help of Tina I was able to receive and unused suitcase from another American, so I now have a suitcase with wheels. I can’t imagine navigating the Madrid metro without it, earlier today I came across a huge flight of narrow stairs and this young cute hipster guy helped me with the suitcase, I don’t think he realized how heavy before offering to help…but he really saved me big time.

In Malaga I sort of took it easy yesterday. I didn’t feel like I had to get anything done last minute. I was going to go to Western Union, I’m a bit nervous that I’m carrying a large some of cash on me,…but I can deal with it until San Jose I think. I did go to the market, and got some garlic stuffed olives. Totally forgot I had a dentist appointment later that day, but it was fine, I didn’t get the hot dentist that Tina and Christina said worked there. For only 20 Euros I got a brand new sparkling smile!

My last evening in Spain was spent drinking beer+ lemon soda eating Doritos on the beach with my American friends, and later I was very pleased to see that both Lila and Hector (he came to Green Bay years ago as an exchange student from Leon, Spain,…I haven’t seen him in like 3 years!!!) came out to the beach and I got to say my last goodbyes in person. For diner that night, Tina’s English roommate made Shepard’s Pie which actually happens to be my favorite food no joke, and this was all in celebration of the Queen’s Jubilee. Long live the Queen!! Pass the wine please!!

We took it easy that night, and in the morning I left. Not particularly exciting, but how I wanted it. I’ve done everything that I’ve wanted to do, so I could leave in peace.

I didn’t cry when I left, Malaga I was too tired. I would have been able to escape my tears for Spain altogether, but then a Spanish friend called me and sang me this beautiful sad but sweet song over the phone a few minutes before my flight. It was one of the nicest sweetest things, and that got me choked up. I’ll never forget that.

And now….I’m in Germany with Paul…und wir chillin machen ; )

My head lays rest just one last time in Spain for tonight

Day 257

What a mess today has been.

I don’t really have time or focus for complete sentences right now, so Imma just spit it..

I’m drinking coffee again late at night,…but I don’t see any dancing in the near future. I see…lots of packing,..and more packing. I don’t even want to go to bed tonight. I want to just get this suitcase thing over and then take a long walk…I’d even go all the way to the beach.

I never once went swimming. Isn’t that a bit crazy?

I got really angry tonight.

But steaming angry.

The landlady stopped on over to my house and we got into a ‘verbal disagreement’ of sorts. It might have gotten worse, but she’s got the ‘old woman’ thing going for her…I can’t really get too hostile with a 70 year old. Shame.

Pretty sure I’m not getting my deposit back,…and I’m pretty sure that pisses me off, as well as changes my financial plans.

Ugh…I don’t even want to write about it or I’m going to get worked up all over again, but I will just say that we have a written contract with everything laid out in plain Spanish, and she’s making last minute changes…like “oh yeah well you know its your responsibility to pay for the cleaning lady that will have to come, your not capable of cleaning up to my standard…and it will probably be like 5 or 6 hours and she charges up to 15 Euros an hour…so I’m just taking it out of your deposit.”

Ok. WTF.

And if she’s keeping my deposit,..and I’ll be shelling out almost $100 US dollars for a cleaning lady (not to mention the other misc. things that suddenly came up that aren’t in the contract)…than screw it, I’m not cleaning anything. Nothing. Not saying I’m going to make messes just to make them…but I’ll let that person earn their money.

Another thing, she told me that I got off easy not paying the water bill for 8 months, and now its time to  pitch in…when its been negotiated already that I DON’T PAY FOR WATER. Only electricity…she’s like yeah you think those things are free in life?

I think that contracts are contracts and lonely old penny pinchers can just disappear.

Ok. Actually my thoughts are a bit more graphically worded… I’m feeling a bit more than gee darn I’m upset. But I said I wasn’t going to write about this stuff…

I’m such a guzzler. Of liquids. Of drinks I mean. I mean I drank my coffee really fast is what I’m saying.

I write as if the backspace didn’t exist sometimes. Like my screen is a person and what I say I can’t take back. I should really get going…I have a whole 12 hours to burn before I need to go to work.

Maybe I’ll come back later and take another break. Listen to some Spotify.  Or maybe none of that will happen and I’ll fall asleep drooling on myself from fatigue somewhere in between the 5-6 a.m. Maybe I’m procrastinating.

No,..take that back. I most definitely am.

Ok…let’s just get this over with…besides I have a busy day tomorrow full of more goodbyes to deal with…

257 days already. man.

Day 256

I should have stopped at one.

This is worse than a drunk text. This is a drunk blog.

So here I am in an emotional state of panic….walking around the streets of Torrox…this pueblo I want to get out of so bad almost in tears thinking about all the people I won’t ever see again.

I just got chicken at the meatshop. The girl there always knows I want chicken breast. Everytime. I was short .12 she let me slide. That sort of stuff is irreplaceable!!

I passed the gotta be 90 year old woman who used to make passes at my ex with her seductive toothless smile. She was sitting outside, I said hello…we made some chit chat. She tells me, when I was your age I used to go to the fields and pick avocados, and harvest the olive trees…now all I do is sit. I asked her if she was bored,…she said all the time.

The people here are real. I respect that. I like hearing how it is,…even if its about me!

The secretary at school told me my face looked fat a couple a weeks ago. Nobody would tell me that in Wisconsin. Thing is….I took some notice, and guess what, my face is getting fat! I’m getting fat,…and I respect her for telling me so. I’ve gone back to my “evening rumba routines”. So I’m working on it…

Miguel came over to my house tonight. First time. He finished the radio and I offered him some wine. He’s always been real. I’m going to miss him a lot. I never understood why him, or the rest of the people cared so much for this place…

and it took 8 months to find out why.

The apartment is a disaster. I was cleaning and took a 40 min break to take self portraits. Either I’m extremely vain, creative or lazy….one or the other.

Atleast I’m writing this. If I wasn’t distracted I’d surely be in tears by now.

I’ll have to leave and give the keys back, Thursday is going to come to soon.

So now I’m sitting on the miserable library steps…thinking how I will miss their stench and hardness…Maybe I’ll sober up and come back to write a proper post. Or maybe I’ll go finish the Bailey’s at home.

Its really all up in the air.

Visita de Paul- Torrox Pueblo

Paul came for a visit yesterday! He came and cooked up some of the party leftovers for me, and we walked around and played with his students of the Torrox bilingual Spanish-German school. He’s leaving Spain on Wednesday…but its not goodbye just yet! Luckily for me he lives in Mainz near Frankfurt where I’ll be flying into this Saturday to spend a 23 hour layover,…I can get to his house straight from the airport.

P.S. Look at the purple trees!!! I can’t get enough of them! So beautiful!










Fiesta de despedida – depa de Paul

Pictures from Paul’s goodbye party this past Friday.

Day 254

I’m getting ready to leave this place. Its been a swell 8 months it really has,…but I’m this close to being in Central America. I just hope being in this village won’t make me too socially awkward once I’m released into captivity once again. Yet then again….I may have a long ways to go.

Note to self…take it easy with the coffee…especially in Costa Rica. I hear its amazing.

This video is basically how I spent my last Saturday night in Torrox. Running around going crazy in the streets at 3am.

The old man who invited me the coffee was sweet. He’s talked to me before, and has always offered to buy me things…this time I accepted. I figured,…well I got nothing going on, I could use a boost while I research hostels, and bus schedules etc…

Yeah…and I went to bed 4.5 hours later at 4:30 am.


Other London pictures before I forget.

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Day 251

With Occupy still going strong and the American and international communities alike focusing on their economies, and big spending and financial crisis’s I wanted to shine light on 4 banks that have really gone above and beyond the actions of their peers. While other banks are charging ridiculous high interest rates, kicking people out of there homes, dealing in shady practices…AMAZINGLY  I have discovered these 4 banks that actually seek to help, not weaken their communities!!!

Bank 1: The Can Bank

Bank 2: The Plastic Bank

Bank 3: The Bottle Bank

Bank 4: Clothing and Shoe Bank

The other banks outta talk to these guys.