Geneva, Switzerland

Travelling is so hard on a hangover. As much as i knew my journey today would involve a bus, two trains, a plane and a car ride i still thought it best to stay out until 3am.

Somehow i woke in time and made my way down the mountain and caught the train first from Les Chable to Martigny and then onto Geneva airport. Thank god for sunglasses and Ira Glass. I slept most of the way.

Got home to Nana in time for a sunday roast and An Affair To Remember on the tv. I love Cary Grant, alway have and this film quite possibly started my love affair with NY.

Listening to: This American Life Podcast - Separated at Birth

Watching: An Affair To Remember

G & C got married yesterday in the beautiful little village of Le Chable. I've searched the internetz and there is very little on Le Chable no matter how you spell it. It was a civil ceremony, in a lovely old private house once lived in by a poet and now used as a registry office for weddings.

Earlier this week G had asked me to translate the ceremony as it was to be in French. I can tell you now that my French is passable should i need to find the swimming pool (piscine) or want a room with 2 beds and a bathroom (Je Voudrais un chambre avec deux lit & un salle de bain). So i was a little surprised. Luckily she has it all translated and all i had to do was recognise enough to know when i had to step in. I thought it an honor, she said it was just because i had a sexy voice and nothing to do with the fact we had known each other for over 20 years (eek!) i had hoped to ask S who is third in our friendship ring but she felt she hadn't yet dropped her mockney accent and was mortified at the thought of having to speak publicly.

What i did not know was that the size of the room was the size of my apartment and i was sitting practically on top of G & C in full view of the congregation. I had hoped that i would be at the back, behind a curtain somewhere. Alas no. The pressure was on me but i think i did a sterling job and unknowingly deceived everyone including G's family that i was fluent in French and did not have the translation in front of me. It would come to bite me on the arse later when JC, the local French speaking Snowboarding hero would try to chat me up.

Did i mention that G looked absolutely beautiful. She is a stunning girl and i think every girl looks especially beautiful on their wedding day, had she wore a white bin bag her smile would of made her radiant. Her dress though was very adult & classic, reminded me of a Ginger Rogers style dress, ivory, sleeveless, with slight jewel placement and long trains that flowed from her shoulders. C looked expecially dashing too.

The ceremony was fun, quick but not hurried and really very personal. After a few photo's, very few formal ones (yippee!) we all headed back up the mountain to Verbier for a much needed drink & dance.

The reception was back at the Hotel Nevai, 3 course dinner and lots & lots of Champagne. DJ Dave played some fantastic track and i managed to dance until 2am before i took my 5 inch heels off. Great meal, hilarious speeches, old friends and new friends made it a fantastic evening. I eventually got home at 9am after an after party but the less said about that the better. I managed to avoid JC, M & NA, i think mostly due to my high tolerance to champagen. I will say though that the scandal did not involve us singletons.

Today was a post wedding bbq of Ostrich & Chicken. Hangovers cured with Pimms & Bloody Mary's. People were avoided & sunglasses were stuck to most people's faces.

Verbier, Switzerland

After a morning at the Hotel Nevai Spa i took a short hike up to the Chapel of St Christophe. Only about 45 minutes north of the resort, it gives breath taking views of the valley. A large cross on the edge of a cliff and a small chapel reside at the top. The chapel is tiny inside and i was surprised to see it in use with burning candles and recent photo's of people passed on. My favorite was of a priest swinging a golf club. Nice swing.

Pre wedding drinks at Le Fer a Cheval a place known for it's pizza. In fact there are a lot of pizza places in Verbier which i found strange until i considered it's close proximity to the Italian border. I had been here in the winter season and it's a totally different atmosphere in the summer...no dancing on tables for me this time around.

Families and friends got together, many drinks were drunk and pizza's were eaten, pre wedding drinks are a great way to break the ice. As it was the last night before the wedding we made sure to whisk G away from C before midnight. I think G & I were the only ones to go home so early, G needed her beauty sleep before the wedding and i was terrified of having to drive a wedding party down the mountain on a red wine hangover. Sometimes i do the right thing, sometimes.

Verbier, Switzerland

Today is very auspicious apparently as it is 09/09/09. It certainly proved to be a good day for me starting at City Airport where i was due to catch a flight to Geneva. In 3 minutes i had checked in, dropped my bag off AND made it through security checks. It really reminded me of traveling years ago when it was so much easier, before the world went crazy with red tape and procedures.

I easily caught the 14:27 to Martigny which left at precisely 14:27, hardly surprising because we are dealing with Swiss Rail.

As tired as i was, i stayed awake as we snaked our way up the French side of the Swiss Alps to Martigny where i was to be picked up by my friends husband to be, C.

The train goes through Montreux and Lausanne and past the beautiful Lake Geneve. At points we were so close, from where i was seated it looked like we were actually gliding atop the lake. The lake on my right and the mountains on my left there was so much to see, i kind of just withdraw from the world and daydream...i do love a train ride.

1hr 45mins later i was in a car heading up to Verbier. I had been here a couple of times in the winter to ski but never in the summer. It was strange to see it bare of snow but it was still as beautiful in lush green. Skiers & snowboarders have been replaced with mountain bikers, hikers and climbers so although much busier, the resort area is not completely dead.

The drive up, although only 20 minutes is quite hairy. I've just found out that i'll be driving people down for the ceremony on Friday as well as back up. Gulp!

My friends chalet is great, the views are magnificent with completely unobstructed views of the valley below and mountains straight ahead. It's stunning and i sit and take stock for half an hour on the deck.

7.00pm and G (the bride to be) and i were whisked off for her Hen Night. I knew it wouldn't be a cheesy, gaudy affair with crappy t-shirts and bunny ears but i was still surprised how lovely it was. Her swiss based friends had secured a friends chalet for the evening which is straight out of MTV Cribs. It was ridiculous. Perched high up in the mountains, decks, huge fireplaces and tv's in the walls at the end of the bath tubs. So, so nice. They hired private chefs to cook for us, with duck breasts, salmon tartare, rasperry and white chocolate cake, bottles of good wine and the Champagne flowing it was a great night. I was on my best behavior and made sure my friend didn't get too wasted, we have spa appointments in the morning! Yip! Yip!

Listening to: Neko Case - Fox Confessor Brings The Flood

Time Zone: EST -6

London, England

Back on home turf. I'm nervous about it. I'm nervous because today was such a beautiful day, not once but three times i commented on how the weather was fu*king with me. It was especially sunny & warm, something i know it never is, but as i struggle to decide where i want to settle it seemed to show me London in all it's beautiful glory. At times my chest hurt as i thought about moving back permanently.

A working morning, Lunch with JT in Soho and a brief sit in Regents Park. Shoes off in the grass. Sun on my face. Book in my hand. Same pose as i moved East to Spitalfields where i sat on the grass and people watched between pages as i waited for TC.

TC didn't help matters with his walk along the river. The pair of us were both battling sobriety and as we passed pubs that lined the river, full of workers having cheeky pints we almost gave in. I know i wanted to. Even beer looked appealing on such a warm day as they bubbled and flowed in peoples hands, sun shining through highlighting the burnt amber liquid. The plan was that TC was going to teach me how to use the new but old Polaroid 340 camera he bought me. Alas it was not to be as it seems the camera is faulty. Such a shame as it was a fantastic day for polaroids, it seemed all around there were great faces and places to document. I'm optimistic it will be fixed though. Forever the optimist.

This led us to just walk and talk instead, dropping by previously unknown to me passageways. TC is the first person i know to show me parts of London even I didn't know about! I know! I hardly thought it was possible! I have become rusty after my years away but still. Impressive knowledge of the Royal Mint too.

We caved to alcoholic beverages at the local Thai place. No way i could eat without a glass of wine or 3. Met up with R and hung out at The Golden Calf and some colorful locals. A pretty perfect day in London for me. I even managed to catch the last train home. Home is with Nanny Madeleine. She makes the best flat mate.

Listening to: Talking Heads - This Must Be The Place

Reading: The Rough Guide to Croatia

Los Angeles, CA

I experienced my second Earthquake this evening. A very surreal experience as i was sitting with my friend D in the movie theatre at The Grove watching Star Trek.  As The Enterprise was about to go Warp Speed the building started to shake and creak. My first thought was that it was part of the cinematic experience! My heart rate elevated and i started to look around me and people had started to run out of their seats.  I now think they were tourists as the majority stayed in their seats.  I didn't even think to run, i turned to my friend D with wide eyes, who turned to me equally wide eyed and after a 'whoah' and a grip of his arm we burst out laughing. Perhaps nervous laughter.  The movie kept playing the whole time so i quickly went back to watching it and people slowing came back to their seats.

Outside, The Grove was buzzing because it was a beautiful day. People sitting outside eating, couples kissing by the fountain. No way would you believe there had just been a 4.7 richter scale earthquake.  These  Californians are seriously laid back.  I like it.

They are also ridiculously good looking and healthy.  Everybody looks like a model. Sure some of the girls are overdone with boob jobs and oversized lips but they have great healthy, fit bodies. The men, well, the men are ridiculously athletic looking.   Since being here i have been to the gym every single morning, i've swam and ate more fruit this week than in the last 3 months...maybe it's because i've been in a swimsuit most days. Who the hell can be so bold to eat a hamburger and fries while wearing a swimsuit? Not me.

Oaxaca, Mexico

Two blocks from we stayed in the Historic District is the Cathedral Santa Domingo . An ornate old monastery and church from the 1570's that combines baroque and gothic beautifully.  The old convent now houses the Cultural Center and botanical gardens.  A very pretty, peaceful church, the light through the stained glass windows was particularly pretty.

We weaved our way down the streets through the very busy Zocola.  Yet another protest or demonstration of some kind was occuring. This one had quite an audience, more organised with chairs and microphones.

We found the local food market 20 Noviembre which was amazing.  A burrow of food stalls selling local chocolate and cheeses, some crickets or course.  Stalls displaying various meats packed the place, next to each stall was a hot grill where you were able to pick the meat you wanted and they cooked it on the grill with onions, chili's and vegetables. Smoke filled the corridor as did the people packed in trying to get their lunch.  Further along were tiny kitchens offering tamales, enchilades and mole's.  We picked one and i left it to El Grinch to order a platter consisting of two moles (Mole Negro and another i cannot recall that was red in color!), Oaxacan cheese and grilled meats.  That, the warm tortilla's and a couple of cold beers made for an amazing lunch for about 100 peso's for both of us.

For dessert we stopped by an icecream parlor called Popeyes that El Grinch would go to as a child (he has not been back to Oaxaca as an adult).  We shared a delicious flat sugary cone filled with a scoop of chocolate and and another scoop of milk chocolate and nuts. Yum.  Delicious but definitely best shared. 

After a quick siesta back at the hotel and we were back on the streets of Oaxaca City.  Neither of us had done too much research into the nightlife, earlier on in the afternoon we were handed a flyer for a bar on the west side of town so we decided to go there. It offered two for one Mexcal's..

En route, we took pictures of the only decent graffiti that i had seen in Oaxaca.  Some stenciling of Mexican hero's and characters.  The city is full of graffiti but it's mostly terrible reckless tagging done by inexperienced teens, not skilled or artful at all.  It was also not usual to see protest rhetoric sprayed across the front of beautifully painted buildings. Very harsh and stark. 

We also stumbled on a great little jazz bar La Nueva Babel. As the band played in a tiny space the size of a bread box, we sat upstairs on cushions and drank yet more Paloma's.  It was so close and comfy i felt like we were at a private party at a friends home with the stereo playing.

It was strange to see people smoking inside, the global smoking ban has not reached Oaxaca yet, although El Grinch tells me it has reached Mexico City. Much to his lament, he is a smoker. A smoker with morals who could not bare it if i even picked up a cigarette.

A couple of blocks up was Cafe Tamarind. Another tiny space, this time starker add bright with cubes for chairs, local art for sale on the walls. I guess it looked pretty young and hip yet the crowd was very diverse. Many of us sat around on the cubes trying not to look at each other. The music was good, electronica but the place lacked atmosphere and after a beer we moved on.

On to Fandango. A backpackers favorite (although it was also busy with locals) that is also a rock music venue. Last night a band played English/American rock covers, the one that stuck in my mind was 'Another Brick In The Wall'.   The drinks were cheap, hence the American backpackers drinking margarita's made with rank tequila.  I mock but 10 years ago that was me in Asia, it bought back memories. It wasn't a bad bar at all but after a couple of drinks we decided to see what else Oaxaca had to offer.

We ended up at a bar called La Divinia. No backpackers here, all locals head banging to another cover band, this time it's Nirvana.  It had more of an atmosphere, people are really rocking out in the next room where the band is on an elevated stage.  It was around 2am and El Grinch decides to get me a litre of Paloma (tequila with grapefruit soda), he a litre of something wicked and coke.  It was definitely the straw that broke the camels back. I recall us sneaking the drinks out of the bar and staggering up the street towards the hotel, after spotting a couple of intimidating gardi (police) further up the street we opt for ditching them instead of hiding. Probably a good thing. We both woke with wicked hangover's this morning.

Oaxaca, Mexico

We wake early. Breakfast is included so we make the most of it. Fresh fruit, chiliquillas and eggs on the menu.

We relent and pick up a map from the hotel with the idea of just walking around Oaxaca City, finding our way.  We notice on the map that there is a market on Fridays at a town around 35 Klms away so decide to ditch our plan of exploring the city, get the car and get driving.

It seems that Friday is also the day for demonstrations. El Grinch tells me that Mexico loves a demonstration,  on Thursday in Mexico City it was the teachers. Today in Oaxaca it seems to be the farmers and they are blocking every major road out of the city with their protests. Our map is terrible and i will never understand how we managed to circumnavigate all the dusty back roads that have been made pretty much obsolete since the arrivals of the more modern roads. The businesses on these small roads must rub their hands with glee at the possible business that these protests bring in for them.  

Th city quickly turns into farmland, donkeys grazing, chickens & kids running loose but the protests continue. Soon we are so far off the path we have no idea how we will get back on it. No signs anywhere, you just have to feel your way and ask the local Ranchito's that line the streets with their dusty stetson style hats. Luckily for me, i don't have to break out the Spanglish. El Grinch is the best chauffeur and translator a girl could ask for. 

The landscape of the Oaxaca valleys is drier and browner than i expected especially for winter. I expected the sierra's to be more lush and greener but the mountains that surround Oaxaca & it's 500 plus municipalities (thanks El Grinch) are still very beautiful.

Just when we think we are free of road blockades (if you call 2 crates in a road and a single cop directing traffic from the shade of a tree a blockade) we off roading again following a tractor as it blows dust all over the place. These roads are narrow and very dusty, giant holes litter our path, a biker even bites the dust right in front of us (he was fine). I can't help but feel smug that i opted for the very pricey full insurance option!

The town we are in is called Octolan de Morelos.  Known for it's market and being the birthplace of Rodolfo Morales, a Mexican painter whose house now serves as a museum and gallery of Mexican art and artifacts. We go here first and for a small donation to the foundation we wonder around his folklore style paintings.

The market completely overtakes the whole village. There are goats on a rope, turkeys being paraded around ( i had several brushed up against my legs, wearing a skirt. Not pleasant), and just about everything for sale.  The market is a mix of modern junk with delicious food and vegetables and local arts & crafts. It is packed with locals, some in modern dress, others in traditional dress, women carrying their wares on their heads.  A great place for photo's but many of the locals hate having their photo taken so i take them from the hip and have come up trumps with some fantastic shots.

I had promised El Grinch that i would try the Oaxacan delicacy of Chapulines. Chocolate covered Crickets to you and I. I take one look at the jumbo sized ones and balk. I will but not today.

Due to another blockade it takes us over two hours to get back to Oaxaca. 33 Klms in 2 hours. It's a pain in the ass but it's fun. I have no idea how we got back, certainly it is not the way we came. No road signs to anywhere, i am pretty sure these roads are not even on a map. When there is a sign it is spray painted on the side of a rundown building OAXACA and an arrow.

Just miles and miles of winding dirt roads many of which feel like we are passing through peoples back yards. Passing through the smallest of towns like La Cienega, many of these towns rely on the sale of their black pottery to survive.  The funnest part is asking for directions. All look bemused at us even though El Grinch is technically a local, he is still foreign.  Directions include 'Take a right at Benito's house', left at the school, go on pass the Jose's house and Jesus's house"  Which one is Jesus's??? We have no idea and just keep trying different roads and it's fun. We are not in a rush for anything.

It's still only 3pm so we are going to take a walk around Oaxaca City as planned this morning. I see a siesta in my sights.

Oaxaca, Mexico

My flight to Mexico City was pretty uneventful. The only highlight was brushing past Anderson Cooper who sat a couple of rows ahead of me. Seeing as the Inauguration is in a few days i am surprised he is not heading to DC.

When i arrived in Mexico City i did a stupid thing. I had Sushi.  I know, i know, i know....

I was meeting El Grinch (Remember El Grinch from my trip last November) and had a few hours to kill before he left work and came to meet me. I was also hungry but didn't want anything heavy. I really, really wanted Sushi. Needless to say it was terrible and it serves me right. Never, ever eat Sushi in Mexico. It makes sense really.

El Grinch met me and our adventure began.  We picked up a trusty little purple Chevvy and we drove, i say we but i mean he, drove for over 6 hours with only minimal bathroom breaks to Oaxaca. I love that neither one of us had a map and neither one of us cared. It was pretty much one straight road via Puebla anyway.  He drove the whole way, no complaints. Through the rain in blackness. I was the GPS and DJ, no complaints about that either. Bonus points awarded. We drove on the paid road. In Mexico you have a choice, the local 'free' roads or the 'paid/toll' roads. The tolls are pretty high and plentiful but it is worth it. The difference between the two is vast and the toll roads are fantastically clean and well kept. More so than most roads i see in the US. I understand from El Grinch the free ones are pretty dangerous and slow.

I would like to write about the stunning scenery but it was pretty much pitch black the entire way after it took over an hour just to get out of Mexico City traffic.  I know there were mountains involved though, lots of them, it was strange not seeing them but feeling ourselves getting higher and higher, our ears occasionally popping.  It was euphoric for us at one point when we realised that we were almost out of gas and somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Just as we started to talk about camping in the rain, no tent surrounded by wild coyotes a gas station appeared from nowhere. At this point we also realised both our phone batteries were dead.

Arrived in Oaxaca in one piece. Even in the dark i could sense how different it was to Mexico City. I could see the outline of the mountains surrounding the city and it definitely lacked the heavy concentration of cars.  It felt less tense and We are staying in the Centro Historico and getting to the hotel took some navigating because neither of us had a clue of where the hotel was. No pdf print outs for us. That's how we roll.  We found the hotel, dumped our bags and straight for the Paloma's. That's how we roll.

After some late night Taco's we headed out on the town. The town was quiet though, it appears the bars and restaurants close early midweek.  Eventually we ended up at a Karaoke/latin dancing bar the name of which i can't recall.  Needless to say i did not partake in either but El Grinch did have that Cervecita and i had my Paloma.  

Kilometers Travelled: 477 to Oaxaca

Listening To: My Oaxaca road trip play list - Damian Marley - Welcome to Jamrock, Santogold - L.E.S.Artistes, Portishead - Dummy, Hot Chip - Made In The Dark

Time Zone: -1 EST

Denver, CO

I have been staying The Curtis hotel the last few nights. I love this hotel and highly recommend it but don't stay on the 10th floor.  My room (1019) as with all the rooms on this floor, are adjoined to other rooms. And the doors between them are thin.

1st night

Woken up around 1.30am by 'Steve's' cellphone next door (1020) I know his name was Steve because he was talking to his wife/girlfriend called Amanda. "Hi Amanda, it's Steve. I know it's early but i miss you. I can't wait to see you again...Mmmmm yeah, yeah, i have been thinking about you too...Mmm..i miss you too baby.." Let's leave it at that. I tuned out with help of CSI Miami.

1st Morning

Steve is a burper..and proud of it. "BUUUURRRRPPP! BUUUURRRP! Oh yeah!" BURRRRP! BURP! YEAH!" He's really in his own private idaho. Except it's not as private as he thinks.

2nd Evening

Steve can't get to sleep. I hear him sighing so loudly i move my hand across to the other side of my king size bed to make sure he's not actually lying in it.

2nd Morning

Steve doesn't like his boss. He spent a good hour on the phone ranting about what a "motherf*cker " Joe is.  As i understand it, Joe is head of sales and Steve's sales are down this qtr. Joe's not buying the global economic crisis.

3rd evening

Steve has left. He has been replaced by a couple.  I have no idea of their names but they are having animalistic sex. I have turned my TV up loud hoping that they might hear it and work out that if they can hear me then i can here them having monkey sex. 

 

London, UK

I love London at Christmas. Everyone thinks that NYC is the city to be in but i've come to realise that London is a much better place to be at this time of the year.

London really comes alive at Christmas, normally dull and grey the city seems to glow under the heavily fairy lighted trees, like the buildings have had a little spit and polish put to them.
People are more forgiving, kind and cheery, everyone has a little bit of Ho, Ho, Ho jovility in them. The air really does smell of roasting chestnuts instead of car fumes mixed with vomit and Thames water. (Although on my way home last night i had to manouver myself around at least 6 piles of puke) There are still many cobbled streets in London which seem so very Oliver Twist, the pubs are quaint with big firey hearths and the churches are filled with Carol services.

I spent this morning at The City of London Cemetery, not for fun although it is pretty impressive and in the past i spent many an hour bunking off of school lessons trying to find the oldest headstone. It's a 200 acre site near Epping Forest, it's been open since 1856 and my grandpa has his ashes stashed under a rose bush in the Garden Of Remembrance. So i took my nan for a visit, it seemed everybody was out to visit the dead before Christmas celebrations kicked in. What normally takes an hour there, back and a visit with my grandpa took 2.5 hours.

I needed a drink after that so jumped on the tube to meet my friends at The Ealing Park Tavern , a gastropub in Ealing where they were having dinner. As i was so behind, i only made it for dessert. I was exotic and chose the Basil Ice cream over the Death by Chocolate. Bad choice. I prefer my basil with olive oil and pasta. I was hoping that it would taste like lemon basil but no, it had a very distinctive basil flavor. I should of known by the amount of greenery sticking out of it.

After a visit to my friends new baby (Riley Isobel), a friend and I headed to Camden to meet friends at The Lock Tavern. I used to really love this pub, definitely a North London institution but now it seems to be overrun with underage hipsters and the great unwashed. I swore i saw Ronnie Wood walk past with his 20 year old Russian waitress girlfriend holding hands with Amy Winehouse holding hands with Daisy Lowe. Everybody is a Pete Doherty clone except those trying to emulate Bob Dylan and his groupies. It was pretty comical but The lock Tavern is still a great pub and the Fish & Chips were delicious. No question there.

I ran out of the pub for the last tube, something i love the thrill of, the ultimate adrenalin rush as missing the last tube means a £30 cab ride or the dreaded stranger-danger filled night bus. I caught it even though i tried to swipe through with my Metrocard.

Berkhamsted, Hertfordshire UK

I flew into Heathrow a short while ago and i am going to use this as a public apology to the man in 9D.



Dear Man in 9D,



I am sincerely sorry for the spillage. It was due to my boredom on the flight that i took to stacking all my slightly poked at food items on top of one another like a gastronomic Kerplunk!

I was not to know that the flight attendant would choose to remove the fork on which the uneaten salad and opened ranch dressing was balancing on, thus causing it to land on your very white t-shirt, clean crisp blue jeans and more importantly nicely shaved head. Who knew that so much ranch dressing could be held in such a small container?



I am also sorry that i laughed. That was mean. I really was sorry but i realise it might of lacked sincerity as i tried to suppress my giggles. There you are at least 6ft 6in, 250 pounds plus, squashed into a tiny space already miserable, it's not like you needed to be covered in lettuce, tomatoes and dressing. I realise in my attempt to remove the dressing from your head i might of made matters worse, possibly more embarrasing for the both of us.



Let's just pretend it never happened.

Yours Regrettably,



Sam (9C)





Currently Listening to: 69 Love Songs - The Magnetic Fields, Empire of the Sun - Walking on a Dream

Currently Watching: 30 Rock, Oceans 11 (Original)

Denver, CO

I am back in Denver. This time it's snowing. It's - 3 degrees C/27 degrees F.  NY was at least 15 degrees C when i left this morning. I hadn't looked at the forecast so was not expecting snow. Should be fun tomorrow when the only shoes i bought are heels. That in itself is strange.

It's pretty when it snows and that's my first thought when i see it.  My second thought is how tough it must be for the homeless and those who can't afford heat. I was thinking about it as passed a guy bundled up in what looked like a dozen blankets inside a Subway doorway. He actually looked quite toasty but i reckon i could stand it for a couple of hours tops.  Working occasionally at the mission has made it more personal, i've chatted to guys like him, served food, poured drinks and laughed with guys like him. Most of them have just lost their way, they're not villains and i truly don't believe they choose a life on the streets. Something bought them there. Apparently most people without a good network of friends and family are only two paychecks away from the streets.

My third thought was damn i wish it would snow just that little bit more so i could build a decent snowman.

Ok, i am bleeding all over my keyboard. After checking my nose, face and limbs it seems i have a mystery cut on my finger tip. Shit. It's all over the white crisp sheets. 

Listening To: The Magnetic Fields - Born on a train, Mos Def - Black on Both Sides

Currently watching - Flirting at 40. It's dire. Heather Locklear looks like a puppet.

Miles Travelled: 1,777

Denver, CO

Bored witless at Denver Airport. Nothing to report. Debating on eating a Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Sunday just to pass the time.  

I wish i was in Mexico City.

Listening to: The hustle and bustle of Denver Aiport

Reading: The Guardian - Music Monthly

Denver, CO

12 hours ago i was in Mexico City. I'll be in Denver for the next 2 days. No fun this time, all work. 

The good news is that I am staying at the awesome Curtis Hotel.  A super modern fun house of a hotel in downtown Denver.  I am staying on the 'Fun & Games' level, the elevator told me to 'Come on down!" as i reached my floor. My colleague is on the 'One Hit Wonder' floor and was greeted to Vanilla Ice's - Ice, Ice Baby as she stepped out of the elevator. I wish that was me. Floor 2 is the 'Peek-A-Boo' floor. I wonder what that's all about.

The room has all the mod cons with a little more flair that most hotel rooms. Nice touches like Jelly Belly's at Turndown and 'Salvation water'. A VW beetle serves as my alarm clock and there's Operation and Guess Who in my bedside table drawer.

Pretty shattered so i didn't venture too far...downstairs to the ultra modern hotel restaurant called The Corner Office.

I had the teryaki salmon. damn tasty.  Walking back through the hotel lobby i couldn't help but admire the little reading room with design and photography books that can be thumbed through at your leisure. I love the video panels on the walls of marbles, spinning tops and robots. I'd like those for my room.  All in all i find it very cheery and am happy to be here. I'll be spending a fair bit of time here this winter so it's nice to find somewhere to hibernate.

Listening to: Old This American Life Podcasts - "Heretics" and "Settling The Score"

Miles Travelled: 1,777

Time Zone: Mountain (-2 hours from NY my english friends who like to call me at random hours)

Mexico City, Mexico

I am sad. In a few minutes i will be swapping the magical Mexico City for Denver, CO.
Don't get me wrong, i like Denver but its no Mexico City.
Yesterday i spent the day with a great guide, someone who shall remain nameless as he understands that im a "private person". I am really glad that he did not quit after so many restaurants including the Cafe De Tacuba was closed but i thought where we ended up was better.
It was a holiday in Mexico City yesterday so unfortunately many of the great galleries that my guide wanted to take me to were also closed but i was glad because i had a such a great time walking and talking. We wandered around the many, many neighborhoods, drank beers, took the subway, listened to Saint Etienne and drank tequila.

Thank you.

Shadia and Fernandos wedding was amazing. Nobody has been to a wedding until they have been to Mexican wedding. I dont have time right now to give it any justice. So ill update from Denver.

Cuernavaca, Mexico

What a wedding. What a day.

It started well with one of the most amazing breakfasts i have ever had. Notice how much i talk about food?  Included in the rate of the hotel was the best breakfast i have possibly ever had.  Freshly squeezed Orange, grapefruit, mango and pineapple juice. Cereals and fruit and then the largest spread of Mexican delights i have ever seen. Two women making personal quesadilla's on a grill with dozens of filling options, there was Chile Rellenos, Eggs al horno, taco's, soup, carnitas..it was endless.

Straight after breakfast i had a beauty appointment at the spa.  I had decided to get my make-up done as i had seen how glamorous these Mexican weddings can be.  My appointment was with Carlos, a very handsome, well groomed and fashionable gay guy.  After looking at photo's and discussing in Spanglish what i would like he went to work.  The result was me looking like a drag queen.  I kid thee not. A drag queen who had been punched in both eyes. I don't think he was used to working on my fair english skin.  He thought i looked 'Guapa, muy bonita', i was embarrassed walking out the door.  So after tipping him and thanking him profusely i sprinted back to the hotel room and started again. I had 30 minutes before Fernando's brother was coming to pick us up for the wedding so i jumped in the shower scrubbed myself and started again and after a quick scram around for heels, cameras and perfume i made it out the door in time.

As we arrived at the wedding and checked in the ladies were given cute little flip flops, it was going to be 12 hours of dancing and they wanted us to be comfy. So considerate.

The wedding was set in the most beautiful of surroundings.  Sorry to my wonderful friends who had wonderful weddings this year but this place took the prize.  A little outdoor chapel nestled in pristine gardens, pink rose petals littered the mosaic 'aisle' towards where the service would be held.  Canopy's hung above our heads and fans blew as we sat on old wooden bench like pews.

The bride of course was stunning, she in off white and her bridesmaids in pink, the colors went perfectly with the beautifully sunny day and surroundings.  Fernando smart in a suit and pink tie.  What i loved was that all the male guests wore traditional white Mexican shirts called the Guayabera and khaki pants and looked handsome. One man who we shall call The Grinch particularly stood out to me. The women were all gorgeous.

After a 1 hour Catholic service and Communion for guests we mingled on the lawn as a collective of Mexican musicians played nearby.  Of course there were there best drinks served,  fresh lime, tamarind and mango margarita's, smooth tequila's and local beers.

Shortly after mingling and drinking with the other 450 wedding guests we moved to a 5 course sit down meal consisting of Mexican fusion food that was amazing. I particularly remember the queso soup of Roquefort and the Cilantro soup. The fish with asparagus sauce was tasty too as were the deserts.  I have also never sat at a table with so many glasses. Glasses for champagne, wine, tequila's brandy alexanders that were made at the table by our amazing waiters.

I could wax lyrical all night about the wedding but my favorite part was the dancing. Oh how we danced.  They had props and everything, as we danced sombrero's made an appearance, balloons, glow in the dark microphones, maraca's, red berets....lots and lots of props that seemed to be associated with the different songs. Song wise, i loved the classic 80's and 90's songs that i grew up with sung in Spanish.

At one point the whole of the wedding party Bride and Groom included were on the stage in jumpsuits, some kind of homage to a 80's Mexican pop band.

As a diversion from the packed dance floor they had a Churo stand, a corn stand and a shot stand. I had Paloma's, astronauts and go knows what other shots.  I had the time of my life. So much fun. I played air guitar with The Grinch, Julio and Fernando until my fingers bled.

The best bit? I drunk myself sober. No hangover today. In fact, i am just off for another mazing breakfast, a massage and a facial.

Listening to: Oh Mickey! in Spanish..it's still ringing in my ears.

Cuernavaca, Mexico

1 hour after landing in Mexico City yesterday i was had a plate full of seafood Tostadas and a Hornitas Tequila cooling on ice. The trip, so far, was going well. Very well considering that when i landed i had no clue if my friend Fernando would be meeting me from the airport. I had no address for him and no telephone number, let's just say i was not exactly prepared for this trip and i rely on email and the www way too much.

My theory was that it would all work out, worse case scenario i would of gotten a hotel in Mexico City and periodically checked my email. Fernando is getting married tomorrow, he has more to worry about, he'd remember i was flying eventually.  As it was, as soon as i got past customs there was Fernando with Kimberly, a friend of ours who i have not seen for the last 4 years even though she lives in New Jersey.

Fernando took me to a favorite place of his called Los Arcos in Zona Rosa. A great Mexican seafood restaurant filled with locals. Along with the fresh fish tostada;s we shared a shrimp stew and Corbins a las brasas which was delicious. A smoky sweet fish grilled with chipotle, soy sauce and mustard. So, so good.

Onto the mall! Fernando still had to buy a shirt and shoes for the wedding. Apparently he has several outfits that he will be wearing on the day, including traditional dress but he still needed a shirt for his suit. I bought a pair of shoes. When in Mexico!

We crawl our way through the very heavy traffic back to Fernando's office and then it was a whirlwind of meeting his brother's flatmate Antonio, (their apartment is amazing), friends from Mexico city and other wedding guests who had flown in from San Francisco. I was dying for a shower but alas it was not to be, the plan was to leave for his parents house in Cuernavaca but not before stopping off for Taco;s.  Real taco's. Delicious Al Pastor (pork with pineapple) and grilled beef rib with cheese, onion and cilantro topped with some serious chilli sauce.  My favorite thing of the evening though was a can of grapefruit drink called SQUIRT!. for some reason i found it hilarious.

Fernando, like me, loves music but he has been a little behind these days and was expecting me to update him. So update him i did, playing him the likes of CSS, Bonde Role, Andrew Bird, Camera Obscura (he loved those), Noah & The Whale, Mountain Goats, MGMT (loved those too), Ghostland Observatory, Fleet Foxes, Black Kids, Jens Lekman, Cut Copy...ok i can go on. How Kimberly slept in the back for most of the way i will never know. Fernando though was salivating and ever since has laid claim to my ipod and i have promised to send him a ton of music down.

So last night we slept at Fernando's parents amazing house. Today we woke and spent the day running around, spending a short time around the families pool before an amazing lunch cooked by housekeepers.  Taco's, lentil soup, meatballs rice and then to finish Lime icecream with chili sauce. Bring on the chili's. Weird but so tasty.

Now we are at the hotel where we will be staying for the next couple of nights, the Vista Hermosa. a lovely hotel near central Cuernavaca and close to the chapel where Fernando and Shadia get married tomorrow.

Tonight we are meeting up with many other wedding guests. I say many because i understand there to be 450 guests at this wedding.  Holy cow. I also hear there is going to be a shot bar. Holy cow. I hear it is going to be 12 hours of drinking and eating.  So tonight i will take it easy, i promise.

Ogunquit, ME

It's 11.15pm, time to go to bed as it's a big day tomorrow.  Tonight we are sharing a room at The Neptune Inn, a little motel on the beach with views from our room right along the Oqunquit spit. I am sure that on most days the view would be a beautiful one, but today it has been marred by fog, wind and lashings and lashings of rain. 

I'm all for it being a little overcast and drizzly, i was bought up with that kind of weather but today it pissed down for the whole 140 miles from Northampton and you can't see shit. Glad i wasn't driving. Go Lenny Go!

Aside from Lenny's superb driving skills i have also never been more grateful for my new friend David the Island Man, leaving his anorak behind. Actually, this bright yellow wonder jacket was his Dad's who passed it to David who left it on purpose at my Bleecker St apt and i just happened to be needing one. Little did i know just how much i would need it.   I love it. It's very Finnish or Swedish, just like David's Island,  Orland, it has an identity crisis.

How we found the chapel Marita & Daks are getting married in tomorrow i will never know. Something to do with two exit 7  turnoffs and crossing states but we finally figured it out.

We had rehearsals at 4.00pm so after a little souvenir shopping in Northampton we made our way up to Maine.  In fairness, even in dismal weather Oqunquit looks very quaint and cute. I haven't had much time for a look around though as we had to check in to the hotel, change clothes and turn around to drive back towards Portland, NH where the chapel sits nestled in a little wood off the back roads of Portland.

Let's just say that for once the rehearsal was needed. Dak's mother is Russian Orthodox something i don't think i knew about but for certain none of us knew that the wedding service was going to be Russian Orthodox. I don't think Marita & Daks knew what it was going to entail.  All of a sudden i am holding a crown above Marita's head with a hanky and following her around a table 3 times.  Already nerve wracking but add high heels, dress trains and bouquets tomorrow and i have a feeling things are going to get a little hairy.  Another reason to be in bed early, one does not to need to add a hangover to the mix.

The rehearsal dinner followed the Maine tradition of Seafood Chowder, Steamed Clams and Lobster at The Lobster Shack which Daks's parents hired out for the evening. I have to say it was delicious and by far the best lobster and clams i have ever had.  No wonder Daks is a seafood snob.

So now i have a belly full of lobster and after watching the very embarrassing debate between McCain & Obama it's going to be lights out for me.

Miles Travelled: 160

Currently Watching: Hotel TV movies - Blow Out with Jeff Bridges.

Currently listening to: Krista typing beside me. Very close beside me.

Currently reading: Google travel directions.

Northampton, MA

I am in Northampton, MA stopping over for the night enroute to Marita & Daks wedding in Maine this weekend, but this post won't be so much about what appears to be a cute little town. Instead it will be almost completely dedicated to Great Lake Swimmers.

I've just got back from seeing this awesome Canadian band at a great little venue called The Iron Horse with Krista and Lenny my road trip companions.

I'll set the scene, it's the start of fall, the trees are starting to turn from green to brown and pumpkins line the window sills of all the quaint antique stores.  Big houses with wrap around porches line the wide quiet streets, it was almost impossible to get a drink or even pizza past 9pm .

The Iron Horse is a small venue with  a cabin in the mountains type feel. For me, if the mountains could sing they would sound just like Great Lake Swimmers.  Tony Dekker's voice is like rough velvet and when i close my eyes i smell the damp ferns surrounding a cool lake with waterboatmen and dragonflys buzzing off it. The chilly air warded of by the warmth of a log fire and the taste of a rustic red wine and a hearty stew dancing together in my mouth.  The lyrics are pure poetry that just envelopes my whole heart and transports me to the mountains of Oregon or WA.

I love Great Lake Swimmers.  Various Stages, a song about manic depression brings to mind a troubled ex, "i have seen you at various stages of undress, i have seen you at various stages of madness, i have seen you be wreckless in matters of love, i have seen the boiling point come and go" Rocky Spine gives me hope of how i'd like to feel about a future love.

Now, time to bed. We are staying at the very colonial Autumn Inn. Lenny in his bed and Krista and i sharing a rather small double. It's fall, time to get cosy.

Listening to: Back Stage with the modern dancers - Great Lake Swimmers