There's nothing to live for when you're sleeping alone

It's been over a week since I got back from Mexico and I still can't get my head out of the clouds. Putting the whole experience into words simply would not do it justice. Coming home to an empty house after such an intense week of relaxation, fun and great company doesn't bode well for one's psychological health. It was one of those experiences which leaves you restless and unable to cope with daily life upon return. Ya, I know I can't live on a beach in Mexico, sipping daiquiris, cruising through the mountainous countryside in a Jeep all my life, learning how to surf and never having to worry about life's daily problems, but it's about more than a change of scenery. How can I be happy here if I never find out what life is like anywhere else? I can't seem to shake this idea. One thing is for sure - this spontaneous 7 day vacation changed me. Aside from the memories made which will last a lifetime and the images imprinted in my mind, knowing that there is a whole world out there to be explored is as exciting as it is intimidating. All I know is I want to be by the ocean.

Since I can't put all the pictures up here, I posted a few of the pretty ones (if you want to see the 'motel room' pics, you'll have to ask me nicely)

The quintessential 'we're on vacation' sunset pose.


Paradise it is. On our way out to dinner after a long, hard day at the beach. (A drunk kid took this picture of us. I'm suprised it turned out the way it did. Thanks drunk kid)


The Bday girl hanging with the transatlantic homies


Kasia calls a truce on the gin and tonic battle which left her smelling rauchy the whole way home.


Kasia caught in the middle of a cross-table caress. Where's Carlos when you need him?


Enjoying, actually, rather not enjoying some 'authentic' Mexcian ice-cream which was disposed of shortly before this picture was taken. It's not my fault. I wanted prepackaged.


Our jeep, the street and where I want to be living. For now anyway.


A happy tourist pose in Sanulyta, a hippy beach town which draws thousands of tourists each year for it's annual dog surfing competition. NO, not REALLY.


Only if you believe me, that is.

I miss it already. Nothing better than smoking in bed.

Tales from a far

So Olki flew in last night only to hop into Andrew's car and head downtown in true supertrooper fashion. Despite jet-lag, miminal sleep, packing and unpacking, we headed straight to London...

This Is London of course. I wanted to show Olki, who herself had had a number of encounters with creepy French men while away in Europe, the strange crowd that hangs about the place. Picture it: Guys with white collared shirts, open only to reveal the monkeys on their chests, bald heads, chin straps (which of course make up for the bald heads), and big silver/gold hoop earrings in both ears. Not to mention the drug-induced muscles. But we were disappointed to find that no one goes clubbing at 9:30 p.m. So instead we annoyed the bouncers by peeking inside and taking pictures of the property. And Andrew pulled the always trendy brooding emo kid pose.

After much debate we sat down in a cafe and Olki enlightened us on her European vacation. Apparently, Toronto is more lively than any city she visited in Europe, which I find difficult to believe even on a hot early summer night on College. As an eclectic mix of people strolled by, Olki had yet another world-class evening, this time in the T dot.

And Andrew was so excited, he kept slapping himself to make sure he was awake. HAha.


P.S. I'm heading to the land of Mehico tomorrow and just wanted to remind you peeps not to make plans for Saturday the 18th. It's my B-Day Party!