Friday, November 18, 2011

good afternoon!  what a glorious day it is to be hungover!  i sit again in the back of the turkish restaurant that is blazing hot and i think im sweating booze.  my voice sounds like ass and i have that morning allergic reaction that makes you sound like youre dying.  im also sunburned and covered head to toe in insect bites that i seem to have acquired in a matter of minutes.  amazeballs.

yesterday was truly amazing.  i spent the day doing touristy things and walked around the town for literally 6.5 hours.  after about 3 hours i saw this man with an FCS backpack and i thought hey!  this guy must be american because FCS is an american company right?  wrong.  he was german and i thoroughly embarrassed myself trying to explain why i was touching his backpack. 

he forgave me the awkwardness and we proceeded to spend the next 8 hours together walking around town, napping in the royal botanical gardens, and generally laughing our asses off.  his command of english was nearly perfect and since my understanding of german is nil, it worked out fairly well.  we parted ways in the evening because he had to catch a bus down south to be a surfing instructor (i informed him that he was what we like to call in america "living the dream").

later on in the evening i went out with this english dude who want to show me around because he's been here for 'for-deen monfs'.  we started at this bar that reminded me of newport intensely.  i felt right at home being underdressed in a sea of beautiful people. 

i wont bore you with the details of my wild barhopping night, but it is sufficient to say that i ran out of the business cards i brought for the night, i woke up with a number of friend requests and a mysterious email from someone who knows im going to the beach today and wants to join.  i might also have played 'i have never' with some irish men.

i would also like to say that i love a country where you can drink outside on the street... which is what i did for most of the night.  it was wonderful and i felt dangerous.  haha. i also learned that i am shitty with names.  like really shitty.  this is turning out to be a major problem.

love you.
taryn

3 comments:

  1. hahaha, well, being utterly horrible with names is a family trait. Dad and I are right there with you... good luck with that! Did you say Irish men? ;)
    luv ya, D

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  2. Thanks for the update. Glad your doing something different than you do
    in newport!!!!! G00000D LUCK.
    Love you Mom and Dad.

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  3. Off to a GREAT start!! ox m

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