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June 4, 2006
Day 5 (10:22pm)
Hey there,
Today was really good, I think. I got up at 6:30am and, okay, I didn’t want to get out of bed. And a voice in my head (that sounded a lot like Miriam…) was telling me not to bother getting up yet. Ha, anyway, I got all dressed for work and wore one of my new shirts. Breakfast was disgusting. The eggs here are pitiful and have a slight green tinge to some parts. I’m not even kidding. Halfway through, I actually had to say to myself “Okay, Naomi, you need to not be eating this. It’s sick.” So I stopped. Lol.
I forgot that today was Vale’s day off, so I was without here, which was actually fine. I worked with Ariel and took care of tons of reservations (I was very proud of myself, I managed to speak Italian, Spanish and French. Ha!). Sometime in the morning, George Spence (the guy who I sent my application to to begin with, who knows Mum) called and said he was coming over to say hello. Apparently, Mum asked him to check up on me. So much for not being spoiled… anyway, he’s a very nice man and spoke English, which was very pleasant and said that I should let him know if I was having any trouble or anything. What else did I do? Hmm, ran various errands. On my way back from one, a woman stopped me on the stairs and asked if I was Naomi (which I am, incase you weren’t aware), and she said she was George’s wife. She and George and their two children had come over to the Beach and were inviting me to dinner. Funny, two minutes before that, I’d just confirmed the time for my “excursion” with Miriam (like the Chukka Blue tour - horseback riding into the water… yuck.). Anyway, I said I’d cancel the excursion and George called Mummy up on his cell phone and I spoke to her. I was really uncomfortable talking to her, as I was standing in front of this one tour desk, talking to her, and one of the women was just staring at me the whole time. Really uncomfortable. And then when I was saying goodbye, I said “I love you,” and one of the guys I know happened to be passing me by at that precise moment and responded, “I love you, too.” That was funny, though.
Oh, that’s one of the things I love about being here. Everyone is referred to as “mi amor” or “amore” or whatever. It’s very pleasant. Sorry, tangent.
Anyway, so I fixed it so I’d go with the Spences to dinner. Then went back to “work.” I wasn’t actually doing anything cos no one was around or anything. It was hot as hell and everyone was probably in their rooms, lying comatose. So I just asked Jose and Ariel if they were okay with me going and left. No one told me to go to work today anyway. My schedule starts tomorrow. Ah well.
So I went to the Palace at 3:30pm (or, I went there, after getting completely lost between the Beach and the Palace. Way to go. Way to go) and hung out with Maria-G and Alessa until the Spences arrived. They arrived with another family that they’re friends with. Anyway, we went on a pretty cool outing, up to some place that I can’t remember that overlooks the river in La Romana and is where they filmed Apocalypse Now. Which I haven’t seen, so that means just about nothing to me. The other family consisted of the parents (the mother was one of those rich, talks-nonsense-all-the-time women, but friendly and I liked her when I wasn’t groaning with dismay inside. The father… I didn’t have much contact with him, but he must have done something to perpetrate the entire family’s lack of care for where they spent money or how much of it they spent). The sons were Hunter (about 23, just graduated from Vanderbilt, majored in Econ, is working a summer job as an analyst for some real estate company) and Evan (about to start at Ole Miss, 18, beautiful, but fairly antisocial. I suppose because he had a headache, but he was still… a Rich Son. Nice enough, though). Michael is 16, George’s son. Anyway, enough about boys I don’t really have much of an interest in.
We went out to dinner, after looking around a fake historical site done by some Italian, on a cliff-top, then driving around looking at disgustingly and senselessly massive mansions. It’s crazy the things people will come up with to “live” in. I suppose I should be thankful, as if not for people like that, my father would have a lot less work. I just couldn’t figure whether to be impressed by the houses or sickened by them. That money could be better spent in so many ways. Aaaaaaanyway, let me not get all riled-up.
Dinner was really good, I had some sort of ravioli con ricotta and mushroom sauce. Yay, mushrooms! Michael turned out to be a bit obnoxious, but unknowingly so. He’s very sweet toward his sister and family, but with the other guys, he was always trying the tiniest bit too hard. Not… that… I’m judging or anything…
I really had a good night with these people, despite all my criticism. It was good to be out of the hotel and so forth. Oh, also, when I got back I had two espressos and then saw Miriam and she told me that one of the women, who claimed to be an expert horse-rider, fell off her horse and had bruises and all that. Funny story, that. I then saw Vale and we went to buy shoes from one of the workers who was, of course, selling them for ridiculous prices. I bought a pair of brown sneakers. Well, I know I’m paying too much for them but 1) I need shoes, and 2) they were my size. When do I EVER find shoes my size?? The last time was two years ago, when Brannan and I bought those shoes in NYC.
Okay, it’s late and Underground is playing. I’d like to just lie here and let all the acappella memories come. The room’s not too hot at the moment, and that’s good.
Buenas!
~ Naomi
Day 5 (10:22pm)
Hey there,
Today was really good, I think. I got up at 6:30am and, okay, I didn’t want to get out of bed. And a voice in my head (that sounded a lot like Miriam…) was telling me not to bother getting up yet. Ha, anyway, I got all dressed for work and wore one of my new shirts. Breakfast was disgusting. The eggs here are pitiful and have a slight green tinge to some parts. I’m not even kidding. Halfway through, I actually had to say to myself “Okay, Naomi, you need to not be eating this. It’s sick.” So I stopped. Lol.
I forgot that today was Vale’s day off, so I was without here, which was actually fine. I worked with Ariel and took care of tons of reservations (I was very proud of myself, I managed to speak Italian, Spanish and French. Ha!). Sometime in the morning, George Spence (the guy who I sent my application to to begin with, who knows Mum) called and said he was coming over to say hello. Apparently, Mum asked him to check up on me. So much for not being spoiled… anyway, he’s a very nice man and spoke English, which was very pleasant and said that I should let him know if I was having any trouble or anything. What else did I do? Hmm, ran various errands. On my way back from one, a woman stopped me on the stairs and asked if I was Naomi (which I am, incase you weren’t aware), and she said she was George’s wife. She and George and their two children had come over to the Beach and were inviting me to dinner. Funny, two minutes before that, I’d just confirmed the time for my “excursion” with Miriam (like the Chukka Blue tour - horseback riding into the water… yuck.). Anyway, I said I’d cancel the excursion and George called Mummy up on his cell phone and I spoke to her. I was really uncomfortable talking to her, as I was standing in front of this one tour desk, talking to her, and one of the women was just staring at me the whole time. Really uncomfortable. And then when I was saying goodbye, I said “I love you,” and one of the guys I know happened to be passing me by at that precise moment and responded, “I love you, too.” That was funny, though.
Oh, that’s one of the things I love about being here. Everyone is referred to as “mi amor” or “amore” or whatever. It’s very pleasant. Sorry, tangent.
Anyway, so I fixed it so I’d go with the Spences to dinner. Then went back to “work.” I wasn’t actually doing anything cos no one was around or anything. It was hot as hell and everyone was probably in their rooms, lying comatose. So I just asked Jose and Ariel if they were okay with me going and left. No one told me to go to work today anyway. My schedule starts tomorrow. Ah well.
So I went to the Palace at 3:30pm (or, I went there, after getting completely lost between the Beach and the Palace. Way to go. Way to go) and hung out with Maria-G and Alessa until the Spences arrived. They arrived with another family that they’re friends with. Anyway, we went on a pretty cool outing, up to some place that I can’t remember that overlooks the river in La Romana and is where they filmed Apocalypse Now. Which I haven’t seen, so that means just about nothing to me. The other family consisted of the parents (the mother was one of those rich, talks-nonsense-all-the-time women, but friendly and I liked her when I wasn’t groaning with dismay inside. The father… I didn’t have much contact with him, but he must have done something to perpetrate the entire family’s lack of care for where they spent money or how much of it they spent). The sons were Hunter (about 23, just graduated from Vanderbilt, majored in Econ, is working a summer job as an analyst for some real estate company) and Evan (about to start at Ole Miss, 18, beautiful, but fairly antisocial. I suppose because he had a headache, but he was still… a Rich Son. Nice enough, though). Michael is 16, George’s son. Anyway, enough about boys I don’t really have much of an interest in.
We went out to dinner, after looking around a fake historical site done by some Italian, on a cliff-top, then driving around looking at disgustingly and senselessly massive mansions. It’s crazy the things people will come up with to “live” in. I suppose I should be thankful, as if not for people like that, my father would have a lot less work. I just couldn’t figure whether to be impressed by the houses or sickened by them. That money could be better spent in so many ways. Aaaaaaanyway, let me not get all riled-up.
Dinner was really good, I had some sort of ravioli con ricotta and mushroom sauce. Yay, mushrooms! Michael turned out to be a bit obnoxious, but unknowingly so. He’s very sweet toward his sister and family, but with the other guys, he was always trying the tiniest bit too hard. Not… that… I’m judging or anything…
I really had a good night with these people, despite all my criticism. It was good to be out of the hotel and so forth. Oh, also, when I got back I had two espressos and then saw Miriam and she told me that one of the women, who claimed to be an expert horse-rider, fell off her horse and had bruises and all that. Funny story, that. I then saw Vale and we went to buy shoes from one of the workers who was, of course, selling them for ridiculous prices. I bought a pair of brown sneakers. Well, I know I’m paying too much for them but 1) I need shoes, and 2) they were my size. When do I EVER find shoes my size?? The last time was two years ago, when Brannan and I bought those shoes in NYC.
Okay, it’s late and Underground is playing. I’d like to just lie here and let all the acappella memories come. The room’s not too hot at the moment, and that’s good.
Buenas!
~ Naomi