the after 30 part...

Last Wednesday, Barbie and I went to San Fran for two days of non stop walkin' and tourist boppin'.  We walked and walked and walked and saw pretty much the ENTIRE city.  From the Mission Street Murals, to the friendly Castro district (where Harvey Milk's office is located!), to the Fisherman's Warf, we walked our feet off (literally, my shins and feet hurt for two days after the trip).  We had a blast.  Our hotel was amazing.  The MOMA was even MORE amazing.  The weather, not so amazing.  It poured (Ketchikan style) all day Thursday.... but that didn't stop us.  Check out some of my favorite pics that Miss Barbie Hull shot! Hotel Majestic and random building Museaum of Modern Art - Wine sniffing. Mission Murals Check out Barbie's blog for more amazing pictures! 

Meet Marcos .   Full name:  Marcos Antonio Cruz Diaz Nationality:  Spanish Age: 31 Occupation: Starving Artist Languages: Spanish, English, Some German, Some French Blog site:  http://inspirandomeenti.blogspot.com/ Meet the silly side of Marcos: When we first met.  Marcos is in the middle. Cheeky Monkey Mug - What a clown. Our Christmas pictures Carnaval in Cadiz Meet the loving side  of Marcos: Our first date was a rock concert! Carnaval 2010 in Mexico Mexico Meet my best friend  Marcos: Super sexy Marcos: I can't help it, I had to post this picture of him.. MEOW! Marcos is. . . one of a kind.  He's patient, understanding, super silly, smart, kind of crazy, drives me nuts on a daily basis, hugs me when I cry, rubs my feet when they hurt, listens, advices, and is always there when I need him.  Marcos is beyond caring.  He goes out of his way for his friends and family on a daily basis.  He is...

The last week of Carnaval is in my mind as one big blur.  Not because I was drinking, (I only drank a little), but because everyday there was something going on.  Choirs singing in the streets around every corner,  free giveaways (food, beer & wine all for freeeeee), concerts in the evening, costumes galore, a  massive fireworks display and more.  My days and nights were full. One of the choirs singing on a truck that moves around the city. Miki, Vane, and Marcos The bug choir singing a song in the old town. Their costumes represented the Miners in Chili. Marcos's twin Mad Hatter sister! Traditional sea food sold during Carnaval. Victorio Lucchino, a famous designer . They fry their own potato chips instead of selling lays!  They are so much better! Elin (from Sweden) and I.  We look like sisters. Alejandro (the school admin) and I All of us enjoying our free food and beer! Friends :) Concert in the square...

Marcos has been studying English the last 2-3 years and he is so good that I sometimes forget that English is his second language.  Whenever I hear Spanish, sometimes I hear the word and it sounds similar to another Spanish word.  I'm a constant ball of confusion.  Here are a few of our miscommunications.  I was sitting on the bed looking at my laptop and having a discussion with Marcos, while he was on his computer.  The last line of the conversation was from me to Marcos: "Don't be so defensive." Long 10-20 second pause.  Marcos looks over at me and says, "What is so expensive?" I came home from the Pharmacy with a box of "throat lozenges".  They came in a box, which is not as normal as USA, but the directions say to suck on them and they tasted minty just like at home.  I had a horrible sore throat, so I laid down on Marcos's bed, opened my laptop to watch the latest Grey's Anatomy and Private Practice, and started to suck those babie...

When I was young girl I went to Disney Land for the first time with my family and was able to meet Alice in Wonderland. As she approached me, I remember being in absolute awe, mouth wide open, and speechless.  She leaned down and said, "We look a lot alike us two...with our long blond hair!"  I was totally in love.  Later, when I began dancing, one of my dreams was to perform in a Disney Land parade as either Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, or some gorgeous admired blonde from the land of fantasy, like Alice. Sunday I not only danced, but I was thee Alice in the Carnaval parade.  I didn't even know that I was going to be in the parade until two seconds after it started.  I woke up on Sunday at 4pm, (yes 4pm but we were out until 5:30 am, so I have an excuse) and put myself together in a haste to get to the parade on time. Walking to the main avenue, children got so excited "Alicia! Alicia!" they screamed "Momma, es Alicia!".  Marcos and I had so many pict...