Archive for June, 2009

Allison Maria Barcelona

June 29, 2009

So, my last night in London, after seeing Romeo and Juliet at the Globe, I met up with Andreas. We walked through Holland Park and went to Knotting Hill, where we saw a street fight! Just like in Bridget Jones’ Diary! I then called it an early night, went to sleep and flew to Barcelona in the morning. And here I am. I love Barcelona!! Our first night here we decided to stay in at the hostel where we’re staying and play drinking games with our store bought vodka (Yes, I am officially 21 again!). We then went out to Club Boulevard and danced to 80ś music until 4 in the morning! Then next day we hit the beach, where we experienced our most adventurous adventure thus far… we went topless! Apparently people don’t like to wear clothes here. Lots of naked people walking around. Its kind of strange, but I love the lack of inhibition here. After the beach, we hopped on the train to head back to town, and on our way, we noticed a sign for the U2 concert playing that very night at Camp Nou. The show was at 8 and it was about 8:15 when we noticed it, but we said, f it and got off the train at what looked light the right area where the arena was, found the stadium, bought 2 tix off a scalper and rocked it out with U2!!! In Barcelona!!! On the first night of their international tour!! Then today we hit the beach again and had a fabulous time (kept our tops on this time!) Tonight is our last night here then off to Madrid en la manana. Adios para ahora!

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Weekend in London

June 28, 2009

So I arrived in London around noon- no drama at customs…kept my big mouth shut this time! – and checked into the MacDonald B & B. Wow, I was spoiled in Guernsey. The Macdonald is what you would call a ‘good value hotel’. My room is about the size of a prison cell- a small one- and the shower and toilet are on a separate floor. Upon seeing the shower I was suddenly grateful for bringing my flipflops. When I arrived at the hotel there was a message waiting for me from my London friend Andreas to tell me he secured tickets to that evening’s performance of ‘Much Ado About Nothing’ at the Open Air Theater in Regent’s Park. Yay! The theater reminded me very much of the Delacorte in Central Park- it was beautiful. So, we were lucky enough to have perfect weather all day right up until about mid-way through the show when, in typical London fashion, it began to rain- hard. But I was prepared. I had my hat (as always), my Northface raincoat, and, courtesy of Frank the friendly MacDonald Hotel Concierge, an umbrella to boot. So it rained for about 20 minutes during the show and then quickly cleared up. (I hear it does that alot here). The show went on and it was wonderful! After the show, Andreas and I went bar-hopping, though niether of us drink (ok, He doesn’t drink, and I abstained this night), so we went to a few cafes, a tapas bar, and a pub and had cappucinos, tapas and mineral water (in that order), and talked and talked and talked.. until 3am. Love that!
The next morning I woke up early and had a lovely traditional English Breakfast and headed off to Leicester Square to score tix for Hamlet with Jude Law- I stood in line for 2 hours and did not get tickets. But, no worries… I got my second choice- Romeo and Juliet at the Globe Theater! 5 pounds! (Of course it rained during the 2nd act!) but it was beautiful!! Out to dinner tonight and off to Barcelona in the am. Can’t wait!

Weekend in London

June 27, 2009

So I arrived in London around noon- no drama at customs…kept my big mouth shut this time! – and checked into the MacDonald B & B. Wow, I was spoiled in Guernsey. The Macdonald is what you would call a ‘good value hotel’. My room is about the size of a prison cell- a small one- and the shower and toilet are on a separate floor. Upon seeing the shower I was suddenly grateful for bringing my flipflops. When I arrived at the hotel there was a message waiting for me from my London friend Andreas to tell me he secured tickets to that evening’s performance of ‘Much Ado About Nothing’ at the Open Air Theater in Regent’s Park. Yay! The theater reminded me very much of the Delacorte in Central Park- it was beautiful. So, we were lucky enough to have perfect weather all day right up until about mid-way through the show when, in typical London fashion, it began to rain- hard. But I was prepared. I had my hat (as always), my Northface raincoat, and, courtesy of Frank the friendly MacDonald Hotel Concierge, an umbrella to boot. So it rained for about 20 minutes during the show and then quickly cleared up. (I hear it does that alot here). The show went on and it was wonderful! After the show, Andreas and I went bar-hopping, though niether of us drink (ok, He doesn’t drink, and I abstained this night), so we went to a few cafes, a tapas bar, and a pub and had cappucinos, tapas and mineral water (in that order), and talked and talked and talked.. until 3am. Love that!
The next morning I woke up early and had a lovely traditional English Breakfast and headed off to Leicester Square to score tix for Hamlet with Jude Law- I stood in line for 2 hours and did not get tickets. But, no worries… I got my second choice- Romeo and Juliet at the Globe Theater! 5 pounds! (Of course it rained during the 2nd act!) but it was beautiful!! Out to dinner tonight and off to Barcelona in the am. Can’t wait!

Guernsey: Last Day of Work at the Animal Sanctuary

June 26, 2009

So, I completed my final day of work at Guernsey Animal Aid. I’ve finally got the hang of things and feel like a part of the team. Just in time to leave! I’ve bonded with Jack and Merlin, the resident ponies. I think they sensed my sadness in leaving as Merlin kept rubbing his nose up against me and Jack kept following me around. (Or was that because I had forgotten to give them hay?) Either way, I’m sure they’ll miss me as much as I’ll miss them! And the dogs! Wow, I am going to miss those guys. I feel like they have become part of my family. Its going to be hard to say goodbye. So I’ll wait until right before I leave. So, as I’m working, I’m chatting with one of the local volunteers who asks me where I’m from. I tell him NYC. “Do you have a gun?”, he asks. What? “No, I don’t have a gun” I tell him. “Why, do you think all NY’ers have guns?”. “Well, we think most Americans have guns”, he replies. “Well no, that’s not true”, I inform him. “Yes, there is a huge gun problem in the country, but no, not everyone has a gun, and no, I myself do not own one.” I don’t know if it was my imagination or not, but I think he looked relieved. Ah, Guernsey.. I’m gonna miss ya!

Guernsey: Disaster at the farm

June 25, 2009

So, I turned in early last night as I’ve been doing most nights since Maria left.. Saving money and resting up for my travel adventures to come. Plus this farm stuff is exhausting. When I woke up this morning, I strolled outside, eager to see the animals once again. It was another perfect, cloudless day and I was in a jolly mood. As I came upon the farm, I noticed Sue (the owner), who I greeted with a big smile and a jolly “good morning!”. Sue did not return my smile nor my “good morning”. “You have no idea what happened last night, do you?”, she asked, “You slept through the whole bloody thing, didn’t you?” What was she talking about? What happened? “What are you talking about? What happened?”, I ask. “At about half past nine, we received a phone call that 4 of the deer had escaped. One of them was in a neighbor’s swimming pool, and the others were roaming the streets. We were up until 1:30 this morning trying to get them back, and we had the sheriff standing over us with a rifle the whole time, waiting to shoot them if we weren’t successful. We finally retreived them, but one of them was wounded, as there was blood all over the van, and Viv almost got into a car accident driving home”. “How did the deer get out?”, I ask. “Someone left the front gate open. I don’t know who. You never use that gate, right?”, she asks. “No, never. I didn’t even know there was a front gate” I reply. Or did I? Oh no! Wait. Let me think. I did go through the front door of the house yesterday when I left for town, but did I go through a gate? I can’t remember. Oh my goodness, was it me?? I replay the event over and over again in my head. Did I go thru a gate? If I did, did I shut it? Oh god, what if it was me? I almost got 4 deer killed? And Viv! Poor deer! I wonder if they all think its me. After all there was the incident with the lamb and the goat. And the little dog that escaped yesterday and almost ate the rabbit. Oh, and the duckling that got out the other day. But those were all accidents and everything turned out fine. Oh gosh, they probably do think its me! I’m starting to think it was me.. even though I’m 95% sure I never used that gate. Oh well, only 1 more day to go and then the animals will be free of me. Finally, later in the day, I remember that one of the dog walkers came by late last evening to walk the dogs. She arrived just as I was leaving. I remember she went thru the front which means she probably came back in thru the front. Also, I learned there was someone doing gardening work there all day and night. So, it could have been either of them. In fact, I’m positive now that I did not go thru the gate. Ah! Relief washes over me! I feel much better. Only one more day of work at the farm left, which will hopefully pass without incident. We shall see..

Guernsey- NEW ARRIVALS

June 25, 2009

Sue went to the UK last night and picked up several new rescues. She came back today with 8 new Chinchillas, 5 new dogs and 2 of the most precious puppies I have ever met. Pictures to come. After morning feedings, I strolled down to Petit Bot beach for some more sun. (I bought more sunscreen). After I finished afternoon feedings, I once again headed to Martha’s house to make dinner for myself, where who do I run into, but the dashing English chap from Manchester. “Mm, something smells good”, he says, walking into the kitchen as he smells the delicious aroma of my sauteed veggies cooking away. “Oh, its just veggies and potatoes with some spices. I’m sure it smells better than it tastes”, I reply, shrinking violet that I am. “Oh no, I’m sure it will be wonderful”, Mr Manchester says. “Would you like some?”, I ask. “Oh no, thanks, I’m going out to dinner. How do I look? Does my shirt need ironing or does it look okay?” he asks me. “Oh no, it looks good!”, I reply, a little too enthusiastically. Dashing dude leaves to take his children. ages 18 and 21, out for dinner, as they are visiting for the weekend. (They live in Bath with their mother). Until next time dashing dude…

Guernsey- WEEK 2

June 25, 2009

Do I volunteered to work today, Sunday, and instead take this Friday off. Then, I will go to Herm. So, during my afternoon break, I took the foot path the Petit Bot (pronounced ‘pettybow’, not petite boat), a small, beautiful little beach about 5 minutes from the sanctuary. It’s Sunday so the beach is crowded- meaning there are more than 10 people on it. People are kayaking, scuba diving, sunning, children and fathers playing ball on the sand… The seagulls remind me of the Jersey shore, but the white sandy beach and clear blue sky reminds me that I am on the coast of the English Channel.I think I see France in the distance.

After finishing up the remained of my 3 ounce, tsa approved tube of 30 SPF sunscreen- and still managing to get burned- I pack it in and head back. Its almost 4pm and the animals await. After work I make dinner in Martha’s kitchen, where I officially meet her new lodger, a dashing Englishman from Manchester. Hm. More about him later. I then turn in early and get ready for another lovely day at the animal farm 🙂

Last Day at the Farm

June 25, 2009

So, I completed my final day of work at Guernsey Animal Aid. I’ve finally got the hang of things and feel like a part of the team. Just in time to leave! I’ve bonded with Jack and Merlin, the resident ponies. I think they sensed my sadness in leaving as Merlin kept rubbing his nose up against me and Jack kept following me around. (Or was that because I had forgotten to give them hay?) Either way, I’m sure they’ll miss me as much as I’ll miss them! And the dogs! Wow, I am going to miss those guys. I feel like they have become part of my family. Its going to be hard to say goodbye. So I’ll wait until right before I leave. So, as I’m working, I’m chatting with one of the local volunteers who asks me where I’m from. I tell him NYC. “Do you have a gun?”, he asks. What? “No, I don’t have a gun” I tell him. “Why, do you think all NY’ers have guns?”. “Well, we think most Americans have guns”, he replies. “Well no, that’s not true”, I inform him. “Yes, there is a huge gun problem in the country, but no, not everyone has a gun, and no, I myself do not own one.” I don’t know if it was my imagination or not, but I think he looked relieved. Ah, Guernsey.. I’m gonna miss ya!

Disaster at the Farm

June 24, 2009

So, I turned in early last night as I’ve been doing most nights since Maria left.. Saving money and resting up for my travel adventures to come. Plus this farm stuff is exhausting. When I woke up this morning, I strolled outside, eager to see the animals once again. It was another perfect, cloudless day and I was in a jolly mood. As I came upon the farm, I noticed Sue (the owner), who I greeted with a big smile and a jolly “good morning!”. Sue did not return my smile nor my “good morning”. “You have no idea what happened last night, do you?”, she asked, “You slept through the whole bloody thing, didn’t you?” What was she talking about? What happened?  “What are you talking about? What happened?”, I ask. “At about half past nine, we received a phone call that 4 of the deer had escaped. One of them was in a neighbor’s swimming pool, and the others were roaming the streets. We were up until 1:30 this morning trying to get them back, and we had the sheriff standing over us with a rifle the whole time, waiting to shoot them if we weren’t successful. We finally retreived them, but one of them was wounded, as there was blood all over the van, and Viv almost got into a car accident driving home”. “How did the deer get out?”, I ask. “Someone left the front gate open. I don’t know who. You never use that gate, right?”, she asks. “No, never. I didn’t even know there was a front gate” I reply. Or did I? Oh no! Wait. Let me think. I did go through the front door of the house yesterday when I left for town, but did I go through a gate? I can’t remember. Oh my goodness, was it me?? I replay the event over and over again in my head. Did I go thru a gate? If I did, did I shut it? Oh god, what if it was me? I almost got 4 deer killed? And Viv! Poor deer! I wonder if they all think its me. After all there was the incident with the lamb and the goat. And the little dog that escaped yesterday and almost ate the rabbit. Oh, and the duckling that got out the other day. But those were all accidents and everything turned out fine. Oh gosh, they probably do think its me! I’m starting to think it was me.. even though I’m 95% sure I never used that gate. Oh well, only 1 more day to go and then the animals will be free of me. Finally, later in the day, I remember that one of the dog walkers came by late last evening to walk the dogs. She arrived just as I was leaving. I remember she went thru the front which means she probably came back in thru the front. Also, I learned there was someone doing gardening work there all day and night. So, it could have been either of them. In fact, I’m positive now that I did not go thru the gate. Ah! Relief washes over me! I feel much better. Only one more day of work at the farm left, which will hopefully pass without incident. We shall see.. Poor animals!

Guernsey: New Arrivals

June 23, 2009

Sue went to the UK last night and picked up several new rescues. She came back today with 8 new Chinchillas, 5 new dogs and 2 of the most precious puppies I have ever met. Pictures to come. After morning feedings, I strolled down to Petit Bot beach for some more sun. (I bought more sunscreen). After I finished afternoon feedings, I once again headed to Martha’s house to make dinner for myself, where who do I run into, but the dashing English chap from Manchester. “Mm, something smells good”, he says, walking into the kitchen as he smells the delicious aroma of my sauteed veggies cooking away. “Oh, its just veggies and potatoes with some spices. I’m sure it smells better than it tastes”, I reply, shrinking violet that I am. “Oh no, I’m sure it will be wonderful”, Mr Manchester says. “Would you like some?”, I ask. “Oh no, thanks, I’m going out to dinner. How do I look? Does my shirt need ironing or does it look okay?” he asks me. “Oh no, it looks good!”, I reply, a little too enthusiastically. Dashing dude leaves to take his children. ages 18 and 21, out for dinner, as they are visiting for the weekend. (They live in Bath with their mother, I learn). Until next time dashing dude…