So. If you have spoken to me about my trip at any point i will probably have mentioned the 8 dolla margaritas we were planning on consuming. well ladies and gentlemen, it is done!!!
We started our day feeling a little shell shocked and nervy. this wasnt helped by our complete inability to get water to come out of the shower head instead of the tap, so we had baths before an exuberant breakfast of coffee and bagels with PB&J! We ventured out to explore the Mission, the area we are staying in and mainly wandered along Valencia street which is full of funny little shops selling weird ass taxidermies of unicorns and rabbits with antlers...also cool bookshops with books on Freud and magazines about meat...having got the impression from our customs scenario and the receptionist at the hostel that Americans were less than friendly, our day was brightened by a gay man saying 'Hi ladies, how are you?!!'We passed time repeating phrase like 'excuse me maa'am, can you step off the sidewalk' in terrible american accents, but the true piece de resistance was when we cracked out the 'queens english' in an icecream parlour and got the giggles- 'i must get some money out of my purse to pay this fine young fellow'...it was funny if you were there, ok?
we headed back to our hostel after lavender honey and cinnamon and snickerdoodle cups from the Bi-Rite Creamerie and got ready to CELEBRATE us being alive and functioning and also me passing my exams...!! 3 years to go ahh yeeeaaah! (failure wasnt really an option considering i would have had to fly home for the re-sits, i think hannah was understandably as nervous as me when i was getting them!)
So, these margaritas weren't just any, they were PINT sized, and that is no exaggeration...we drank them in the window of the Latin American club on 22nd and Valencia, people watching and admiring the power ranger pinatas hanging from the ceiling. I am not exaggerating when i say it was probably 50% tequila, and it took us at least an hour to drink, but we battled on! Then came back to the morrocan style bar at our hostel and drank Stella for comfort and went to bed, but not before booking ourselves a hostel to stay in at the Grand Canyon in 2 weeks time-eeeeee! exciting stuff.
Sending love to my devoted readers and fans XXXX
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