One about age, blogs, appearance, and poetic licence

A few weeks ago I was been flattered by a Swedish girl who kept saying I was her queen, just because we happen to have the same name... the queen and I! And then she kept inviting me to champagne until the bubbling spirit made me walk an inch above the grown! But her flattering didn't ended there, nah, nah... she then asked my age, I responded: "36". She opened her eyes in disbelief, and I even think she got sober all of a sudden... "I thought your were 28... EXCLAMATION POINT"

That same night we attended the birthday of Mau's best friend, Fer. And after lots of mojitos, vodka shots, and sweating to '80s music... Mau asks me the same question again..."how old are you?" ... Dunno what is it here in Europe, but I think they have this fucking obsession with age, as if! But returning to Mau's impertinent question... my answer was the same... mostly cause there cannot be another answer, right. And he got surprised too, but the alcohol didn't let him open his already oblique... and now, drunken eyes... "I thought you were 32"...

OK, OK... I admit it! pull an all-nighter drinking like a fish... not water though, dance like a dervish, and some other few things, ;) and you will definitely look older by the minute.... in my case it took about a couple of hours to go from 28 to 32... not too shabby!

But that was then, a few, very few weeks ago... and now is now! Today it is a totally different story!! I do apparently look 50, according to 2 guys from the Czech Republic. It seems that I must have aged over a decade between the then and the now! Can you imagine how surprised I was??? I can't even start to imagine it myself! But it did happen... Although, there is some relief hidden behind curtains... they both read my blog! lol And took special interest in my obsession with lightning, and its many uses in our American adages... My favorite has always been "lightning could strike". And another, made famous by "Sleepless in Seattle" and I pretty much guess by others too, is "for a woman over 40 it is easier to get hit by lightning than to find a husband". Then, there is my friend Sally, who at some point last year complained to me about how hard it was for her to find a suitable partner... specially having recently turned 50. So, I kind of mixed the three, cause for some reason all of them came together and at the same time to my head, and tried to play with words and concepts, but from my own point of view... The result was exactly the one intended... create controversy, always! What wasn't intended was to make it seem it was really me! But, I did wrote it in first person: confusing to say the least!!!!

Bottom line, I don't know what am I anymore, right now the confused one it's me! I don't know who to believe anymore: the drunken Swedish girl, a not so drunken Mau, my 2 guys from Prague, their friend from Quito, who by the way said she though I looked somewhere in the middle, between the Czech Rep. and my blog, or what is printed in my passport... hmmm, tough one, tough one!

Desperate men of Lloret County!

When my friend came to Lloret this week for a quick vacation... A much anticipated one! Of course, she warned me: "Get ready to party!", and that was all she said.

We did our best to accomplish the mission... but every time we went out, the only thing that seemed available around us, were desperate men!

As it turns out, desperate men are even worst than "desperate housewives"... from any "county" in the world!!!! Cause, for men, when "down-under" head thinks, the one over their shoulders fills with cum! They just need a pair of tits... As a matter of fact, any pair! As well as any ass, as long as it moves... The only thing in their mind seems to be governed by their "cum matter", as the opposite for "gray matter"! Therefore, and very sadly, they leave with the first cunt their little head in their pants finds in its path! Leaving the rest of us, very eligible candidates... "cumless" !

But my question is... if we (and by "we" I mean women, the good ones!) are, somewhat, as desperate as them... Why are we more choosy than they are?

In my mind there is only one plausible answer to my own question... We are obviously thinking with the right head! Cause, thanks to nature, we were made perfect! lol One head, one thought... the right one!

We are not here to preserve the species... Enough people in this world already! We are here to select the best possible sperm donor... even if it is just make believe, and even if we only want what comes before cum-in!

United for Human Rights, Educational Materials, Videos

United for Human Rights, Educational Materials, Videos

I feel really ashamed I only know a handful of the thirty! listed in the UN Universal Declaration of Human Rights... I wanna know them all to better exemplify them in my daily life, and to enforce them if I see it fit! As I have been witness to many things that I thought were violating what I thought Human Rights were, now I don't wanna be a mere spectator, I wanna do more! And speak for those who are denied a voice.

Mrs. Robinson is back!

Ah! One more thing... This also goes for undergraduates!

Twenty one

Without internet since last Friday!!!! Ahrg!!!!

I have discovered I am an Internet junkie! Yes, I admit it. But, no I am not ready to act on it! No IA (Internet Anonymous) for me! lol

Why should I feel ashame of my addiction? After all, having addictions, as long as it's what you want in life... Well, I think it is entirely justified! You are the commander of your own ship, right?

As far as my weekend goes... I only have two things to say: Eclipse-Hotel W, and 21! Talking about addictions! hehehe



You can figure out the rest! lol

I am a lucky charm!

Seems to be that I am a lucky charm for lots of people except for myself! lol

I have friends, where I live, that every time I visit their businesses can hardly cope with the hordes of clients they receive! As it turns out, one of them seeing that I was bringing her so much luck every time I was at her shop, she offered me a part time job! Just tending to tourists, and make use of my language skills! And the best thing is I don't have to kill myself to make a buck! lol She pretty much let me do whatever I want, even seat down if there is not too many non Spanish speaking people around! It is an arrangement made in heaven!

Today was my first day at her shop, and she said she hadn't made so much money since Passover! Why can't I save some of that luck for myself???? I wonder!

There are so many things in my life that will gain from it! Unfulfilled things! I just hope that some day my karma returns me the favor with something really big!!! LOL

To blog, or not to blog: that is the question!

Sometimes I wonder... Is anyone reading my blog? I know I share every post on my FB account, and people leave messages there. Some of them really encouraging! But, I keep wondering... Why doesn't anybody leaves me a message here!

In the beginning of my blog days, I remember receiving messages. I knew then that people was reading my, and I have to admit it, SHIT! Lol But lately... Nothingness! Am I sending words into space, like little probes searching for something? And if, in fact, it is so... Isn't anyone listening? Aren't there enough radio telescopes to intercept my cry for recognition?

Recognition, Ah! Is it really that what am I craving for? I don't like to think so... but, can't keep from wondering! On the other hand, I would really like to think that what am I really hungry for, it is simple reciprocity. Someone who'll pick up the challenge to write me back! Yes, it is definitely that! The recognition, (we all at some point seek, or sought-after) it is a given... as long as you already have reciprocity!

How I long for someone to pick my brains! I am sure it is the sole reason for my blog's existence... the search for intelligent life elsewhere! Lol Could the lack of response mean that I am alone and lost in my own universe? Just the thought of it, and I am already shivering. A cold and unmerciful feeling runs up my spine, gives me the willies, and makes me blue all over again!

Can it really be possible that no one is really reading this? Can it really be possible that I am more alone than I thought? As if!

If there is anyone out there listening to what I have to say... could you please acknowledge by sending me a word or two? I really am in a pretty poor shape here, and really need to know there is someone else living in my own little universe!

The whreath that found its way back

Magda wearing the wreath she braided, and Piotr found in the sea!

Before I begin I have to tell you, this is a true to life story!

On the night of Saint John's festivity many traditions remain. In Puerto Rico, they believe that going backwards into the sea, at midnight, will bring them luck. In Catalonia they celebrate with fireworks and a delicious sweet brioche with candied fruits, champagne, and a night of dancing and partying with friends and family... In Poland, a maiden braids a wreath and throws it into the sea, or a river. The man who finds it will marry her.

As it happens to be, Magda and Piotr were in Lloret the night of Saint John's. Magda braided the wreath, as it is the tradition in their homeland, Poland. She thew the wreath into the Mediterranean that same night, on the 23rd. of June.

Two days later, Magda, Piotr, Dave and myself went for a day in the gardens of Santa Clotilde, and later descended to Sa Boadella beach. As we were enjoying the first day of summer here... cause summer has taken its time to come this year... we went for a swim, played around in the water, sunbathed letting our bodies dry with the warm embrace of the sun... and as we were almost ready to leave the beach, Magda and Piotr decided for a last splash in the water.

What happened next was nothing less than one of those serendipitous, unbelievably puzzling, cosmic exploding things! Piotr found, floating on the sea, the wreath Magda had braided two days earlier!!!!


What are the odds on something like that happening???? I don't know much about statistics, but my guess is: Astronomical! One in a trillion! To say the least.

So, I guess they are definitely made for each other! Since, according to their tradition, Piotr will now marry Magda. Who already is, his one and only love!

"Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost." — Milan Kundera (The Unbearable Lightness of Being)

The unbearable loneliness of being

For the last couple of days I've been thinking about the loneliness of my existence. Funny! I live surrounded by people and yet I can feel it tearing my flesh apart, like a Memento from a Harry Potter movie!

But, in reality, it is a little worm. A malignant worm that lives inside my consciousness and keeps biting the Jiminy Cricket inside of me.

Although I enjoy my moments of solitude, loneliness on the other hand it's a totally different proposal... and one that I'm still trying to fight. But, unfortunately, I'm starting to feel I am loosing the battle on that one! I wanna fight the stigma, the adage that clearly states that “after 40 it is easier to be hit by lightning than to find a proper husband!” And as funny as it may seem, one of my favorite adages is “Who knows, lightning could strike!”... Well, neither nor! I, obviously, haven't been stroke by any kind of lightning whatsoever! Not that I wanna get married... I really have mixed feelings on that one! But a partner in crime (sort of speak) would really be welcomed! An adventurer like me, willing to globe trot next to me... which, by the way, would come in handy on certain countries that I would probably never visit, just because I am a woman traveling alone, i.e. Iran, or Afghanistan. But, been the fact that I recently turned 50... I wonder... what would be the appropriate adage for someone like me???? Me, being choosy, extremely choosy! Stubborn, witty, with more brains than heart, but at the same time loving, caring, warm (full of contradictions, as you can see, just like all the rest! Only me, I am prepared to accept and acknowledge them)... a crusader with all its colors and arms when it comes to safeguard the sanctity of my space, the vital space that would make me choke to death without it! I am an adventurer and I hate routine! Wouldn't settle for anything less that what I am and have to offer... I am really looking for an equal, and age doesn't matter to me... But what the hell! I am the one who's 50! LOL So, no point on trying to be politically correct, right?

Let me see.... Have I left something out??? Oh! There is another thing: I hate having timetables! I eat when I am hungry, I sleep when I'm sleepy, I go through life without those really annoying time capsules. If you wanna know, to me, there are sort of a chain and ball. Except for school, I did never impose any of those timetables to my son, and you would be pleasantly surprised how well of a little gentleman he turned out being! Everybody who ever met him can give testimony to that. A little too much of a square to my taste, but if that works for him, so be it! Now, and for the rest that I might have distractedly left on the inkwell, I think I'll let my friends fill in the blanks.

With half my generation gone: dead from drug abuse, heart attacks, prostate cancer, other kinds of cancer, marriage, bad marriages, bitter divorces, and callous hearts... and the other half gone by simply dropping from life itself... where is it that I would find a suitable partner? Willing to put up with me, the real Me!

I have searched, without even searching, half the globe for that special someone. And though I have encountered, more than once, what everybody refers to as a soul mate: their hearts had been callously withdrawn from the possibility of intimacy. Fear overcame their already fragile self esteem and the result is an obvious one... I remain unpartnered! And one more thing to ponder... I don't like men my own age. They are, at the most, incapable of commitment. And besides Americans, French and Italians, (as for the last two, don't particularly care for them. Not loyal at all!) I haven't found what I was looking for. Younger men in Europe, generally speaking, are not attracted to me! Although, I am, and remain, very attractive. With looks that do not correspond my age, and a curious mind with a probable age of 15! Therefore, Loneliness again!

Maybe I just need a body donor, or to clone myself. LOL Get a body more in harmony with who I am... a body that could last forever, would even be a better deal! But that's just dreaming, not gonna happen! Of course not!

So, the adage goes... “After 50 it is not only impossible to find a suitable husband, but it is also impossible to get stricken by lightning”.

So, go on! By all means, please stand on an open field in the middle of an electric storm... I guarantee you! You will not be stricken by any of it!