Even though I’m in Barcelona now, AGMA’d love to tell you that I’m enjoying a cafe con leche and writing this post in a small cafe in the Gothic Quarter.
But I’m not.
As much as I want to dash off a post after our first few days in Spain to let everybody know how it’s going, AGMA is a realist. I’ve been through this too many times before. It ain’t happening.
So I’m in my favorite coffee shop in Atlanta. And I’m going to use that future post date function in WP. I love that.
This trip is going to be really interesting.
Hubs is staying home taking care of the Princes of Casa AGMA, otherwise known as our cats, Max and Gus.
So I’m traveling with a dear friend who is getting ready to turn 77 in March. She’s young in mind and spirit, and is in great shape physically. Plus she’s a voracious international traveler.
However, she’s hard of hearing (and won’t get a hearing aid) and I think she’s starting to have some memory issues.
And she has really fuzzy personal space boundaries. This kinda makes me more crazy than I already am.
You know the type…physically, she moves really close to you whenever you interact. We spent 9 days in Paris 5 years ago and by the time AGMA got home, I wanted to move into a monastic hermitage and live alone the rest of my life. We would look at something in a store window and she was practically right on top of me. I may have gently thrown an elbow at her once or twice.
Don’t judge me.
It was a relief to be in a restaurant and have my own side of the table.
I think it might be related to her hearing loss?
So I’m looking for some suggestions as to how I might let her know in a sweet, kind, but firm way that she tends to get a bit to up close and personal. Anything?
Since I’m getting over the flu, I can use that for a few days.
“Don’t get to close to me Mary, I still have an active virus inside of me and could soon be a biter on the Walking Dead.”
Our trip is in 3 parts.
Part 1 – Barcelona. Cava, tapas/pintxo, paella, cava, crema catalana, bombas, cava, jamon ibericao, cava.
Can you see the pattern? AGMA loves me my sparking!
Since my last visit in Barcelona was so brief, I’m anxious to see what I missed the first time around.
Added bonus…AGMA has a former co-worker working on her masters in Barcelona so she’s going to hang with us on some of our adventures. Nothing beats having an insider show you the local scene!
Part 2 – ‘The Cruise’ THIS is going to be the true adventure. We are going on a 7 night Mediterranean cruise on a cruse line that gets terrible ratings on the all of the cruise bulletin boards. The ship itself is new and supposedly amazing, but everything else pretty much sucks according to the reviews. But it’s cheap – really cheap – and we’ll be seeing places we’ve never been (except Rome and you really can’t visit Rome too much…)
AGMA’s a firm believer of going into something like this with the lowest possible expectations. That way, if something is actually decent, it’s thrilling!
I’m planning on bringing lots of hand sanitizer and antiseptic wipes.
Part 3 – Porto, Portugal. Portugal is hot right now. Not with heat (although temps aren’t too bad) but as a tourist destination. In 2017, it was voted by the Word Travel Awards as the Best European Destination. Portugal actually took home 37 of the 123 awards.
AGMA visited Lisbon and the Algarve about 5 years ago. Since Mary abdicated all of the trip planning responsibilities to me, I decided that we’d go to Porto, home of Port wine. It’s supposed to be incredibly charming and a throw back to “old” Portugal (whatever that means…), and prices for food ‘n stuff are less than in Lisbon.
And after sharing a tiny interior cabin on the cruise for 7 nights with a person who has personal space boundary issues, I booked a 2 bedroom AirB&B in Porto.
I’m hoping to be able to post while we’re on the cruise (or at a port with wifi) so you may actually get some real time AGMA updates from the road. Or water.
‘May’ being the operative word…
AGMA has to admit that I’m so looking forward to 2 1/2 weeks without hearing about the Massively Yuge Sh*thole Cheeto every minute of every day. Ignorance is definitely not bliss when it comes to the attempted destruction of our democracy, but a little respite now and then is good for the soul.
The only problem is that, when people find out we’re Americans, EVERYBODY (I know this from experience) will be asking us, “What the hell is going on with the US??”
I think my answer will be, courtesy of Molly Shannon’s horrible alter ego comedienne, Jeannie Darcy….
“Don’t get me started. Don’t even get me started.”
Pass the cava.