From A to Z by me

Shame on me, I haven’t been writing like for ages (it is not like someone missed it as no one ever made any comment on my blog).

I will write about my lovely holidays with my boy (oh man, this was good, of course there were some issues, but about that later). After just few hours of sleep (it is not because of that) because the boy was working on Saturday till midnight (he only has one day off usually during the week which is a killer as I would love to see him more), we caught the bus to Stansted Airport. Last row of the seats, sleeping (at least trying to catch up with the lack of sleep) with the eyes opened and few hours of uncomfortable seats on the plane (again, I am 5’11 so it is a torture to have long flights for me. Having long legs is not advantage in this case). The thing which makes me amused all the flight is the fact that the boy is not so comfortable with flying (it is not like he is petrified but he is not himself for sure) and always asks for my assurance. Placing his head and resting it on my shoulder feels good (I wasn’t in a relationship like for… ages so I guess I kind of missed all that stuff). Bologna. Straight away we find the first hotel and check in as we are knackered. Few hours of sleeping and other stuff (I am shy person so it is not more likely you are going to hear about me and the boy making out). Sightseeing later on, some food to fill us up, some alcohol to wash it and so far I am loving Bologna. Next day we decide to go to Modena and have a wine/vinegar tour in one of the family run farms. I thought it would be easier to reach the place (guess what, I was so wrong). Oh yeah, in the morning we climbed the tower of Bologna, done some food shopping (decided to have our own little picnic/ breakfast on the way to Modena as the weather was gorgeous). Half an hour by train, then a short ride with the local bus and a longer one with the bus full of kids (it looked like we were only grown ups in the school bus) – we arrive to a little village in the middle of nowhere (I even can’t remember the name, so it tells a lot). By the time we got of the bus, it was roasting outside and we are told that the place we are looking for is few kilometers on foot (yuppy). I am a smart one, I got the fit flops before the trip so putting them on and walking few kilometers sounds promising (I have this image of super toned bum and legs which is encouraging). Finally we reach the place, it looks amazing: in the middle of the fields, far away from the noisy town. Awesome. We were running few minutes late (we are in Italy, so I guess this doesn’t count) and straight away we are starting our tour. Dark balsamic vinegar cell (it smells like vinegar), wine cell and the tasting later on – I’m falling in love with this place (I guess those few glasses of Rose wine and Lambrusco had something to do with it as I am feeling great and relaxed). The next problem we are facing is getting back to Modena as the bus doesn’t show up, we don’t have any local taxi numbers and the most important one – none of us speak Italian (I always promise to start learning more languages after those kinds of situations). Lucky enough, some local ones call the taxi and after half an hour we are on the way back. The taxi driver wants to charge us more than normal (we are tourists so I guess it is easy money to earn) and the boy solves the situation (now he is officially my hero, I am falling for him). Back to Bologna, a night in the local hotel next to the station – we pass the evening watching MTV and NBA channel (sounds not so romantic but it was good fun as it is never boring with him). Catching 6 am train to Pisa is a killer but we make it. Leaning Tower of Pisa, an afternoon brake next to it, a slice of great Italian pizza and ice cream for desert we are about to leave for the airport. We are killing the time by sunbathing on the lawn next to the airport (I even got some tan which I am happy as I can’t stand being pale and all the self tanning products are not my favorite ones). Boarded the plane and managed to get a row for us (well it is good to have one for ourselves, gives you some privacy), however, the boy ruins it by letting someone sit there (well I guess I am a bit jealous as this person is some blond girl who starts the conversation with him) and I am not talking to him for the whole flight (sounds childish but I got upset, I guess I really care about him and not so keen of sharing him with someone). After three hours of book reading, listening to my IPod and just looking around we land in Morocco.

Haven’t been writing for a while. Excuse? First of all, I went to Oxford for few days (I know, I didn’t plan it too), it was kind of lastminute.com decision made by me and the boy. It was the bank holiday weekend (I love those 3 days off people have, don’t you?), 11 o’clock in the evening, me getting a call to do something. We come with the idea of meeting in Victoria station and hopping into the first bus which is going somewhere (Sweet? Romantic? Or just bizarre? You tell me). There was a temptation arising to take the bus going to Scotland but that will be more than half of the day traveling (Me and the bus trips don’t appear in the same sentence) so the next coach going to Oxford was at 00:05. One hour and a half drive on the back seat (well to tell the truth 5 of them and a bit of cuddling) we arrived in cold town. Expectations were high: well it supposes to be the town with students partying and moreover it is bank holiday. Surprise surprise: the places were shutting at 3, so no more entrance, people were heading home, places were shutting, hotels were full – sounds bad (and it was. Bloody cold and nothing to do). We managed to get to some dungeon (some student bar) where I felt the oldest girl there ( everyone was in their 20’s and I am the one who is going to hit ¼ of century later this year, damn). Few whiskey and cokes, me getting confused with the bathrooms (I wasn’t drunk. The thing was that there were guys in both of them) – left the place, got the taxi which took us to some of the hotels further from the town. Travel Lodge was our shelter for a night (well we checked in at 4 am). Some late TV watching, also seeing some gay couple making out in their room which windows were opposite ours, giggling, talking and something else (I leave it to your imagination), I was quickly asleep.
 Next day went back to the town, done some sightseeing (some pictures taken), visiting some pubs, having a bite, using the public transport to get to the famous pub (the taxi driver a night before recommended it), two hours trip on the bus – I never were so happy to be back to London (there is always something to do, places open after 3 am, hotels vacant). My bank holiday weekend was continuing with a boy staying at mine and just watching DVD’s, having some pizza, delicious Dutch caramel waffles (OMG, they are delicious, I am hooked).