Thursday, September 21, 2006

In light of this I thought I would share some photos of Venezuela where I went for 9 days at the end of August. Amazing vacation, great people, empty beaches, good food and lots of fun.

This is the hotel I stayed at in Caracas. Truthfully, I was inspired to stay here because I read somewhere that Ava Gardner once was there in the 50s I think. I have been reading this scandelous biography of her and thought it would be fun.

All the mountains around Caracas were covered with shanty towns like the ones below. I also learned early on that I guess it's part of the Venezuelan culture to basically throw trash out where ever you want. I saw people throwing trash out car windows and leaving piles of bottles and stuff on beaches when there was a garbage can right next to them.

This was my favorite beach on Margarita Island. As you can see there was bearly anyone on the beach. So beautiful. Here is the view looking to our right and left.

Friday, September 15, 2006

Why is it that when I feel like I am completely emotionally dead on the inside random strangers take that opprotunity to hit on me?
Let me explain, when I found out my mother was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer - I was at work. I had to walk from work to my apartment. It's a relatively short 10 blocks and 2 avenues and usually I enjoy having that time to get out of the work head. This day let's just say I was walking home, on my cellphone pretty much bawling. I looked like a mess, I am pretty sure it was drizzling outside and basically I had all the nonverbal cues to basically leave me the fuck alone. During this walk some fucking random guy yelled out 'Nice tits' and some other crap. I was kind of shocked by it. I mean who the fuck does this? What about my appearance at that time would warrant a comment like that?
Fast foward to this morning. I know I look like hell. I have been crying again this morning as I heard bad news about my mom again. I am walking to work, the weather is the same grey and kind of raining, and again another fucking asshole takes the time to make a comment. This time it was from two dudes in a van yelling out shit when I took my hair out of a ponytail I guess because I shook my head around and they were being lame.
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS???? I mean honestly and truly both times I looked like pure hell warmed over. Is it the fact I look like I was crying my eyes out? I just don't get it and had to vent.