Ya don't look your age at all

Hey bro, your party was great...I think you got Dom outta Salsa and into Swing. Who knows maybe Millie and her can start a group, with the moves those two got. =)

Eight-e Foive, Eight-e Noine Bellgroove Rd?

This my first time to Europe, and so far so good....their means of transportation here is awesome. The budget airlines are truly budget. Flying on Ryan Air and just paying taxes is definitely a perk. No wonder Europeans are so well traveled, with their inexpensive transportation why wouldn't they be. It was a short flight from Valencia to London, with a short stay in London. Knowing this, I think our subconscious mind was relaying messages to our bodies and the jet lag set in triplefold. After checking into the Best Western in Victoria, we had the best Indian food I've ever tasted. Yummy! Then it was coffee. Yea, I know it was late, but I don't think any amount of coffee could have revved me back up at the moment. So, we called it an early night and had quite the experience sleeping in the small, freezing cold, creepy room, that was actually below street level..seriously something out of the Ring. The next day was jammed packed. We got tickets to see Les Mes at 7pm, so we had the day to kill. What better way to see London in a hurry, then to sit on the big red double decker bus. In the back of my mind I was a little worried about bombings, since the terrorist attacks happened about 4 weeks earlier...but not enough to hold me back. So many sights to see, all my photos look like postcards. I'll definitely have to go back and stay a little longer to take it all in. But now it's time to head back to the states, and back into the ol' routine. Tip: don't walk thru Hyde Park after dark.

Valencia, Spain

Leaving Barcelona was definitely sad but, the next destination wasn't too shabby if ya ask me...making the transition painless. The train ride was was rough...lemme tell you life doesn't get any tougher than sittin' on a train with good company, lookin at views of the Balearic Sea and the famous Valencia Orchards, with the smooth vocals of John Mayer in the background. Sweet misery! Thanks to the hook up skills of Brian, the hotels we stayed at during our trip were top notch. Go team go! Although sometimes nice hotel rooms means we can break up and have some alone time, or try to anyway. And, if all else fails you can sleep in the Sauna..hehe. Valencia was super chill, apparently we arrived during holiday season, which means the city was pretty much abandoned. The locals all travel during this season...keep this in mind for future reference. We just missed the tomatilla fest, and we saturated Valencia in a day. New plan...go to Ibizza, the party capital of Europe, too bad that didn't pan out.... No ferries out that day, and not enough time to leave tomorrow. Se la vi...alternate plan, chill all day (literally), at un cafe para cafe con leche, and sex in the city talk. The next day, also pretty mellow...lots of walking and taking in the city's sights. At cocktail hour we decide to find a club...not much luck..still had a blast. The laid back, drink your wine in the tiny cobble stone streets, with the warm night air attitude of the locals is very contagious, leaving not much to complain about. The one club we did find, reminded me a little bit of TJ..so we didn't stay too long. Most everyone in the club were foreignors anyway. Overall, the theme to Valencia was how to be good "moater boaters" and running as fast as we can through the streets.

The highlight of Valencia hands down, is meeting Diego (actually didn't get his name, so we made it up) the man of my dreams. I swear he was the most beautiful man I've ever seen in person. My ability to be normal, and use words completely disappeared in the vicinity of this gorgeous creature...I know, sounds a bit much but honestly, I'm just keepin it real. Don't believe me, ask the girl who got "lightening in her pants" at the plain sight him, "and then she ran". Ha! That's great. I will find you again someday...and to think, we might have had a chance...with his dinner invitation and all. Damn! Talk about regrets.