Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Sunday, August 2, 2009
To ease the burden of the looooooooong flight from Portland, Oregon USA to Erbil, Iraq, I did the following:
- Upgraded (again) to First/Business Class
- Stopped over in London for 32 hours
- Stopped in Vienna, just overnight
Jet lag was no match for my savvy planning.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Poor Herb was completely caught off guard, and kept looking at me as if to say "Was it because I was scantily clad? I wasn't wearing my collar..."
And then there was the situation with the cake.
Fernando hadn't realized there was a camera nearby, and was swearing up and down that he had no idea why the frosting was mussed.
He then proceeded to bump into silverware and several plates, as his vision was slightly blurred by something...
He miraculously rebounded when my mom brought out the port.
When I went to bed, he was still staggering around the living room, singing some blues song about "She done me wroooooong...". Egads, 'Nando, get it together.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
In a nutshell:
Fernando drank too much
He almost got shot out of a cannon on the Wine & Appetizer & Hot Springs Cruise (which, in another nutshell was more like a 3 Hour Tour...a 3 Hour Tour...only a half hour of which included the wine & appetizers. Buh!)
And then will explain the reason for the rush, in the next post. Cliffhanger! After the photo of the cliff! I can't make this stuff up!
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
This was taken standing in front of the French doors of our room (neener neener neener). We had a private patio sitting area, with table, chairs, and two lounge chairs; and a shared patio area with table, chairs and a plunge pool. Since Fernando did not have his own lounge chair, he spent most of the time in the pool.
Or, it may have had nothing to do with the absence of an extra lounge chair. He may have preferred the plunge pool because, when we arrived, there was a topless girl sunning herself in said plunge pool. Sarah and I both agreed that if you are sharing a plunge pool with two other rooms, you may want to keep your top on. I know you're in Greece and everything, but you, yourself, are Canadian.
He claimed they were in some sort of very important parade, and that he was the guest of honor, or something. I think he may have snuck into the mini-bar of our room before we went out shopping.
At the recommendation of one of our hotel's proprietors, we had booked an "All Inclusive Wine & Appetizers & Hot Springs Cruise". Fernando pretended to walk the plank, in anticipation.
Look, Fernando, columns.
The food was delicious and it refreshed us enough to continue wandering the streets of Athens for another few hours.
We did a little shoe shopping:
Laughed at the souvenir shop:
And caught the Changing of the Guard at the Parliament building
Fernando mixed wine and Mythos beer with Ouzo shots at lunch, and subsequently missed the better part of the afternoon, remaining passed out in my purse. He was still sleeping when Sarah and I were up at the hotel's rooftop bar, toasting our first night in Greece.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Here we are:
We enjoyed a sunny, tasty (finally!) lunch, overlooking the Adriatic Sea. I had Diet Coke, but Fernando demanded white wine. He was having fish, and complained about the absurdity of a Diet Coke being paired with anything other than a corn dog. He's kind of a snob.
I will be the first person to say "Don't drink and shop", but Fernando headed straight for the Blue store, and decided he needed some shoes. I have the sneaking suspicion he is a bit jealous of my shoe collection, and was feeling slightly competitive.
He thought the white ones made him look fat, so we bought blue ones instead. We then spent the remainder of the trip taking scenic photos and complaining about the ice cream. Fernando suggested, for our last meal, that we "live like the locals". So we picked up a feast of sorts at the local convenience store.
I'm sure this is a typical Croatian meal for someone, somewhere in Croatia. Onwards to Greece!
Saturday, July 4, 2009
"Sunsational" was an adjective we had yet to experience on Hvar. Fernando decided to pass the time by reading the British Marie Claire, featuring the ribald fashionista, Bruno. Bruno is fast becoming Fernando's idol, as 'Nando has frequently wondered, himself, vy do zey not half ze Nobel Prize for ze fashion?
Fernando was less impressed with the beach, and more impressed with the offerings of the adjacent beach bar.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Until then, we are all drinking loads of Greek wine and having a fabulous time. And we miss you and wish you were all here with us!
Friday, June 26, 2009
ME, thatś who. Oh crap, I don´t think itś the apostrophe key. Oh well, it will have to do.
Back to the "ice cream", or so they call it. It is absolute crap. CRAP I SAY! They fake a sugar cone, with that papery nonsense (think McDonalds), but waffle it up so that it appears to be the real thing. THEN, they arrange their "ice cream" in that fluffy, tempting gelato-esque way - you know, where it appears to be thick, pillowy clouds of goodness? Well. I can tell you, there is no goodness, whatsoever. It tastes like that low-calorie, 1980ś ice milk rubbish, and it is not being offered as low-calorie, so I am led to deduce that it is merely cheap, fake ice cream. It is terrible, and there is no escaping it. It is literally everywhere. And people keep eating it! It is making me bananas! When I tried it today, in Dubrovnik (somehow hoping that here it might be good? Different?), I was so exasperated, that, after I threw the unfinished cone in the trash, I found myself wanting to run up to everyone else eating a cone and scream "YOU CANNOT POSSIBLY BE ENJOYING THAT, CAN YOU??? IT IS CRAP!!!!"
But I didn´t. I marched straight into the nearest convenience store and purchased a $4 SWISS chocolate bar, to erase the bad taste of the "ice cream".
Fernando would echo my sentiments, but he is passed out in the bathtub.