The 'Us' Day

So, Amanda and I decided (well, not really decided, but ended up sleeping in and then being stuck with the decision) to stay in from our respective excursions and have an 'Us' Day. This is how it went:

I awoke around noon and knocked on Amanda's door. We decided to head over to the small market and exchange our bottles for precious MONIES as we were both low. But wait! What was this in our mailboxes?! A Sparkasse card?!?! Our hopes hinged on this single event, we had waited with baited breath, and here it was: OUR SPARKASSE BANK CARDS.

We laufed over to the Geldautomat and checked to see if there was any money on the card and WHAT? 350 EURO?? We rejoiced and threw our bottles into the air, dancing and singing. We celebrated with an extravagent meal at an Indian restaurant and by going on a shopping spree (don't worry, we were still budgeting).

So, after our delicious meal Amanda and I went into town where she bought a new red and black dress and I bought a small black dress for 5 Euros along with earrings, stockings, and a new matching underwear set and the most bomb awesome black and white scarf. I was in a shopping mood for the first time in my entire life. We rejoiced heartily.

Later, we grabbed a bottle of wine and drank while watching Treasure Planet, getting ready for the Mexican birthday going on in Martinskloster. I wore high heeled boots which was the biggest mistake of my life as we not only walked to Martinskloster from the Porta Nigra (a 20ish minute walk) we also walked to A1 from Martinskloster which was another 20-30 minute walk. My feet were bloody stumps by the end. I spent the whole of the night sitting on a bar stool, drinking tap water and feeling, or rather, not feeling, my feet.

Met up with this strange guy who is what I will now dub 'MexiFrench'. Born in Mexico, lives in France, speaks complete gibberish almost all of the time. He was smitten with Amanda and, because he was a nice guy, he came home in our cab with us and we made some food which he ate with us before leaving to catch his train to France. I forgot to mention that it was 6:00 am when we left the club and almost 7:30 by the time I got to bed. The saddest part was that I was not even drunk, just tired and in pain.

I could never recall the MexiFrench's name and so I refer to him as Bippidee Bopiddy Boo. It was something in that area.

Finally got to sleep after a night of being pressed close to smelly people and it was wonderful. My stuffed dog awaited me and all was right with the world.