Today is another day at sea.

I’m sure by now, P and I are cruise experts and have everything down perfectly- when to go to dinner, what lounges are the best, where the younger old people are…

I have a feeling I won’t mind the days at sea much. The only thing is that it will have me thinking of Will more than if I’m on an excursion. It’s been 8 days since we’ve seen each other and I know I miss him big time by now. the first few days are never that awful, but as you hit a week it starts to sting in your heart.

So today at sea, I’m sure I’m thinking about Will and how much I miss him and how much I wish he were here with me to make fun of the weird old guy in the yellow speedo.

<3

For the next 2 days we’re enjoying the sights of Spain!

Because we’re fatties and obsessed with food, both of these excursions revolve around eating.

I’m siked!

Our first stop is Barcelona where we’ll be going on a Tapas Tour. I figure you can’t go wrong with that.

Our 2nd day is in Mallorca, which will consist of a tour of the Costa Nord concluding with a wine tasting.

gasp- that’s right. Wine tasting.

Hello!

Moving along.

We’re going on a wine tasting tour in Spain, which will conclude our time there. I’m so excited. I know we’re going to have a great time on these tours.

Oh and PS- I miss Will. <3

That’s where we are today.

I’m sure we’re playing bingo with the oldies, or maybe lounging by the pool.

Nah. I’ll be totally honest with you guys.

We’re either:

A. Ordering room service and watching a British film

B. Abusing the ice cream machine upstairs

C. Sitting outside watching the weird 80 year old man in the yellow speedo

Hey, I can almost promise you. Who knew a day at sea could be so fun!?

We’re in Monte Carlo today! I’m thrilled to be here. When I was 18 1/2 younger I always wanted to be a princess and live in Monaco.

I don’t think that’s in my future today. We’re taking a short tour of the city, which has me very excited. Perhaps P will get to marry a prince and I’ll live vicariously through her?

That’s where we’re off to today friends!

I’m so excited. We’ll spend all day out and about visiting the Tuscan Landmarks of Florence & Pisa.

I’m sure you can expect incredibly annoying pictures of me and P leaning with the tower, or holding it up with 1 hand. I think you’re obligated to take cheesy shots like that when you’re there, right?

Oh- did I tell you guys the average age for people on our cruiseline is 58?

5-freaking-8! That means there’s a host of people way older than that for that to be the median!

Sheesh.

We’re having fun. I’m sure. 

You freak out.

That’s how this sentence ends.

I can guarantee you.

Now, I’d like to give myself some credit here. I’d like to think I was a major stud and smartie and that finding my sister was incredibly easy, but let’s face it.

I know myself.

I’m sure I get off the plane and do all the right things- check to see when she’s arriving and look for the gate.

I then attempt to find the gate and get lost.

Twice.

I finally get my bearings, and arrive at P’s gate.

Only she’s not there.

Her plane has landed and she went down to the luggage claim.

Which has me utterly confused.

Which means I start looking for luggage claims-

and get lost.

Twice.

And my heart hurts because I feel so lost and alone and confused and miss Will that much more.

Oh guys- this story is getting really bad. I really hope that’s not what happens. Please wish me luck and say a prayer.

Wait- if you’re reading this, it probably already happened.

Crap.

Well… let’s hope I’m not still stuck in Rome while you’re reading all about the fake vacation I wrote about last week.

Okay, best case scenario- I find my sister with no trouble.

Let’s just pretend, okay?

Okay, so I’ve got P and we find out connecting ride to the cruise and we make it with ease.

Checking in is easy and there are no troubles.

I hope that’s how Day 2 ends. I really hope. I’m most worried about my first 2 days away and my last 2. The in between? I’m not stressed over. I hope day 2 ends happily.

Here’s to hoping…

Hi friends!

I thought it only right to post as often as I can while I’m on vacation.

To do that, it requires me looking a bit into the future, and since I’m so much like Phoebe (read last post) I’m channeling the future so that I can keep you ladies up to date on all the fun and exciting things going on while I’m on the cruise!

Ready?

Here we go.

Today is 4 August. That means I’m somewhere in the air by now. I bid Will farewell and feel all nervous in my stomach. He always takes care of me. He gets us from Point A to Point B, and I suddenly find myself lonley as I approach Point A 1/2. Do I have my passport? Check. Boarding Pass? Check. Carry on?

Carry on?

Carry on!?

(it’s here where I start to sweat and majorly panic- which only makes things worse)

Ah- carry on. Right behind me.

I get on all my connecting flights with ease in a rushed panic, but nonetheless, I’m on the plane.

Knowing my luck I got a great comfy aisle seat on the short trip to Atlanta, but a tight cramped middle seat on the 50 hour flight to Rome. I’m sure I got a talker too. Someone that can’t wait to share their life story and fascination with cheese.

I don’t even have to look into the future to tell you that’s probably what will happen to me.

I’m sure I eat the airplane food, which makes me think of Will because we always trade each other for the airplane food we can tolerate.

He gets my roll, I get his salad. He gets my cheese, I get his dessert.

I sigh, eat my roll, and miss Will.

How am I going to last 21 days??

As I take a Tylenol PM and call it a night I think about the day ahead, and once again that nervous feeling enters my stomach. I thought today was bad? Ha. Try attempting to find your tiny baby sister in the Rome airport with no cell phone or clear guidance as to where she’ll be.

At this point, I pray the Tylenol kicks in. Sigh, and go to sleep. Stay tuned for tomorrow’s adventure.

<3

Oh guys, I wish I had a camera with me yesterday.

Will and I went furniture shopping to get a simple TV stand and it took all day long. All Day. Seriously!

The poor guy was so frustrated with me.

We went to literally 7 stores and I stayed at each entirely too long.

“Why are you wasting the salesmen’s time? You already told me you didn’t like anything here?” Will would ask.

He was right- but that didn’t stop me.

Instead I let him drone on and on about crap I would never put in my house because I’m entirely too nice sometimes.

“Be firm,” Will would say.

Yeah. Um, that didn’t work out too well yesterday.

Oh and while we’re on the subject of salespeople. Seriously! You would have thought we were in the market for a brand new Lexus or something! These people were all over us! Practically making out with us at each fake living room set where we would we stop.

Um- think unneutered dogs.

Anyway, the crazed leg humping salesmen were hungry for a sale and the longer I was around them, the more annoyed I would get.

All I wanted was a stupid TV stand! GAH!

Will wasn’t much help either. After about the 4th hour he was spent. He had no idea what I was looking for (Ha- I had no idea what I was looking for. “I’ll know it when I see it, “ I would tell him), and was ready for me to make a decision already.

Wow- welcome home, right? The joys of young homeowners buying furniture.

Speaking of young homeowners- that is TOTALLY where Will and I need to hangout every Saturday night (think the Doug and Carrie at Lowes episode)! There is so much potential couplefriend meat there it’s not even funny! Seriously- Will and I should totally spend out Saturdays “looking for a couch” or “browsing to find the right dining room set.” Seriously- there is a world of young married couples out there and they all flock to furniture stores on the weekend.

Will thinks I’m crazy.

I totally think I’m on to something.

As much as I was annoyed yesterday, and exhausted from looking at wooden “things” so much that they all looked the same, it was sort of an okay day. It was nice spending time with Will- even though I’m postivie he didn’t have near as much fun as I did (um, or how about no fun at all). Ugh- just think what it will be like to buy a real piece of furniture! It took me hours to find “nothing!” Wait until I have to buy “something!”

Oh- and I feel as though I should mention that after shopping for hours we went back to the very first store we were at and bought the first thing I liked.

Yeah, because I’m a woman and can’t make a decision.

Adventures of shopping in America. So much darn fun.

<3 Stay tuned. I’m actually blogging everyday next week.