Oz, it's for you. He was in a cookie monster shirt. Oh, and the run went really really well. :) felt great, got a super neat medal, some friends cheered us on along the way, then we spent the rest of the day on the beach by my house. Lovely.
Sunday, April 7, 2013
I climbed my little rock and just sat here for awhile
I actually wanted to leave a lot sooner, but there were a bunch of people walking by and sitting to chat. Problem with this was I have to flip onto my belly and shimmy down like a beached whale. Also, did not have a belt on and was not going to flash the world my rear. So I waited more than a half an hour on top of my rock with this view. Once I turned around super quickly to check if it was clear, and THREE different people were taking pictures of me. Ahhh. Why. So that was great. Home to rest up before the race that was this morning!
So just a heads up for when you're in Spain
The translator may say that "milkshake" is "batido", but these SUPER FRUSTRATING people think that it means flavoured milk. I got very excited about the huge picture of a thick, whipped cream topped milkshake in a tall milkshake glass, and then they brought me this. This has happened more than once. Never again, Spain.
Thursday, April 4, 2013
My super bomb care package
Susan FOR THE WIN. Did I watch the málaga Germany game last night for which málaga was inundated by drunk, blue scarf wearing Germans? No. No, I made Annie's Mac N cheese and ate a spinach salad with a friend and LOVED MY LIFE.
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
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