It's about time for a little posting huh?
So people seem to be dropping off LJ left and right. Eh, these things happen. It really is an empty medium, all this virtual connecting.
My tan is beginning to fade. Aruba was a drunken dream that I would relive anytime. I'm still recuperating from my cold, but it was well worth it. I came back in dire need of detox but not until after crying hopelessly while packing my suitcase because I honestly didn't want to return. I don't feel anything pulling me back. I have a good job yes, but nothing else is sparking me here. The other day someone was saying that they'd like to visit Ireland because they felt they would belong there, they'd fit in. That is how I have felt the both times I've been in Aruba. The speed of life, the color of skin, a multitude of things make me feel welcome and comfortable. Judging by the way my skin takes to that crazy sun, I feel such a connection with Caribbean life. Though I in no way deny my rich Portuguese heritage, part of me believes something mucked up along the way and I was meant to exist in hot climes! I know I sound full of shit. I also know I developed a mild holiday addiction while down there. I guess that's what happens when you don't go away for 3 years. But this isn't all bullshit. I'm in quite the position to pick up and go...
That week off afforded me the luxury of barely ever dwelling on reality. I didn't think about emails or phone calls, myspace or livejournal, work drama, friend bullshit, the clouds off in the distance that eventually I'd have to face. None of these things got to me. I was "vacation Marta" whose abs hurt from laughing so hard. My thoughts went something like this: where should we eat tonight? do i reapply the spf 30 or the 15? shot of tequila or no?
Aside from the great time I had, getting slapped with a live fish among other adventures, I highly recommend this island to anyone looking for a sunny getaway. It's 85 and sunny practically every day of the year, and outside of the hurricane belt.
And if anyone is looking to peace out of the states with me, I caught a gazillion typos in the tourist literature down there. They need Marta, the Marketing maven, working from a laptop on the beach, and spinning a gramatically correct paradise to the masses. Let's go!!
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I will say, to be fair, I do love me my Boston. Always will. I sat alone for a while on Sunday afternoon, on the Cambridgeside bank of the Charles, talking to my beloved city, taking it in, saying hello. I'm so glad it's finally spring!
My tan is beginning to fade. Aruba was a drunken dream that I would relive anytime. I'm still recuperating from my cold, but it was well worth it. I came back in dire need of detox but not until after crying hopelessly while packing my suitcase because I honestly didn't want to return. I don't feel anything pulling me back. I have a good job yes, but nothing else is sparking me here. The other day someone was saying that they'd like to visit Ireland because they felt they would belong there, they'd fit in. That is how I have felt the both times I've been in Aruba. The speed of life, the color of skin, a multitude of things make me feel welcome and comfortable. Judging by the way my skin takes to that crazy sun, I feel such a connection with Caribbean life. Though I in no way deny my rich Portuguese heritage, part of me believes something mucked up along the way and I was meant to exist in hot climes! I know I sound full of shit. I also know I developed a mild holiday addiction while down there. I guess that's what happens when you don't go away for 3 years. But this isn't all bullshit. I'm in quite the position to pick up and go...
That week off afforded me the luxury of barely ever dwelling on reality. I didn't think about emails or phone calls, myspace or livejournal, work drama, friend bullshit, the clouds off in the distance that eventually I'd have to face. None of these things got to me. I was "vacation Marta" whose abs hurt from laughing so hard. My thoughts went something like this: where should we eat tonight? do i reapply the spf 30 or the 15? shot of tequila or no?
Aside from the great time I had, getting slapped with a live fish among other adventures, I highly recommend this island to anyone looking for a sunny getaway. It's 85 and sunny practically every day of the year, and outside of the hurricane belt.
And if anyone is looking to peace out of the states with me, I caught a gazillion typos in the tourist literature down there. They need Marta, the Marketing maven, working from a laptop on the beach, and spinning a gramatically correct paradise to the masses. Let's go!!
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I will say, to be fair, I do love me my Boston. Always will. I sat alone for a while on Sunday afternoon, on the Cambridgeside bank of the Charles, talking to my beloved city, taking it in, saying hello. I'm so glad it's finally spring!