we roll outta bed for desayuno at the hotel at around 9:15.
we roll back into the hotel room, still not fully awake.
i get my groove on with more of mastin kipp's extravaganza interviews.
gina gets her groove on by rolling up into a human burrito to continue her breakfast interrupted snooze.
at close to 1, gina gets up to start the day,
and i slide into the bed for a little cat-nap.
the next thing i know,
it's 3 pm.
and gina's stretching herself awake alongside me.
oh my gosh. soooooo what i needed.
without skipping a beat,
we note today's itinerary, "hotel, pool, dinner"
and dress in our swimmies with easy-to-remove outfits on top.
this is my ocean's 11.
so i was going in prepared.
i googled 'sneaking into hotel pools'
and a lot of helpful results were noted:
1. get the lay of the land - check. we were there yesterday and scoured the place.
2. act like you own the place - check. i decide ill just follow gina's lead. "just be cool," gina advised.
3. no backpacks, it's a dead giveaway youre not staying at the hotel - check. i dump a few items into gina's purse and leave my sad looking 2 ton bag at the hotel.
4. be prepared to give a hotel rm number in case someone asks - check...we have a rough idea of how the room numbers work...we'll go with an even number, gina says. ok, room 214, i volunteer.
on the way to the hotel,
i suggest a small bite since we'll be pooling-it til dinner time.
not tapas. chicken salad sandwich & a roast beef sandwich. safe. and tasty.
my heartbeat becomes more audible as we approach the hotel.
gina leads the way and i try the hipster-nonchalant-tight-lipped look on for size. hm, it fits.
on the way down the stairs, we fall behind an older gentleman.
in swim trunks!
bingo.
we casually walk behind him and trail him into the pool area.
we.are.in.
thats the way it's done. a natural.
"that was too easy," gina remarks while floating in the majestic chlorine clear pool water.
i just giggle with delight.
'hoy es un buen dia'
an ELLE magazine en espanol.
it was all we could find, thanks to gina's persistence.
if anything, i felt more secure and authentic -
"now they'll REALLY think im staying here!" i couldnt help but think to myself.
and just as casually as we walked into the pool area,
we walked back into the hotel, ready for our epic meal.
mine was called 'stormy love' and gina's was 'chiquita'
both muy bueno.
so we absolutely had to order a really delicious chocolate milkshake.
'the best american club sandwich' claims the menu and a burger.
all epic. all. epic.
desserts in spain < desserts in france
mmm,
today was the perfect, restful end to a very long and loaded trip.
over dinner, gina apologized, "sorry if i ruined your trip."
i told her there isn't a bad feeling attached to any moment during the trip,
that i loved this trip.
i said her to, "i hope you trip wasn't ruined."
she agreed that there were no regrets on this trip.
pero..
we are ready to go home to brooklyn.
16 days away feels like...16 months.
paris feels lightyears away.
brooklyn feels...gosh, i wonder whats changed since we've been away? ;)
tomorrow we're OFF.
the thought is just as exciting as the first day we left for paris...
bisous & besos
xx
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