Mexico!!!

I left San Francisco and headed to Santa Barbara.
It was 4.10am when the bus arrived to my destination and soon i figured out nothing was opened at that time, especially the hostel i booked the nite in.
I was walking along the rail tracks-for only few metres-and i met a man that because doesnt have a home himself was wondering around Santa Barbara like me. He told me the only place i should go was a cafe nearby that opens up at 6.30am.
so he walked me there and we had this great conversation about Britney Spears living up the hill from there, Neverland was also few miles away and all the politics about that snobby place that is full of avocados and fancy shops.

Santa Barbara, he was so right, wasnt great, but after the first nite i went to different villages around there and really liked the area.
Saturday night, after a long night travelling along the coast, i arrived at San Diego.
The hostel was in Ocean Beach and i really wished i went more often with Manuel to ride those Valencian waves and learnt how to do it..i ve never seen such strong and scary waves as the ones in Ocean Beach. We headed to downtown San Diego with a swedish guy that told us we should go to the bar where Top Gun-well, a scene from it- was shot.
So, there we were, trying to remember which scene it was..good old craic!!

Yesterday morning then, we decided to go south instead of going straight to LA, and we found a place 1 hour away from Tijuana, called El Sauzal, in Mexico where fish tacos are sold on the side of the street for something like $1 and where the waves are even higher and cooler than Ocean Beach.ah!
thats all for now.
besos from Mexico!!!

above: my new resolution for 2006(..beside learning to surf..)..get badly hurt riding a skate board..will i manage??

..San Francisco, i ll be back

leaving Frisco has been hard.
leaving behind all those hills.
leaving Frisco, because i gotta go!

alcatraz

Alcatraz is the only place where you could truly understand the meaning of the world "freedom"!!
you are trapped in this beautiful island, and all you can look at from the island is the Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco and its high buildings and there is where you should be. Walking freely along those streets. Climbing hills. Having a place to go to.

mission Fatty: FAILED!

..i thought that being Monday it would have helped to find him..

walked around Pier Spear for around 45 minutes..looking like a desperate girl in need of metadone..and no sign of Fat Wreck.
i didnt have any luck and i guess i ll have to give up..

but i headed to Hemlock Tavern tonite(wearing brian s T-shirt,my new creepers and a funny hair band..couldnt find the serious one, meaning: i looked a right mess..Brian, nothing to do with your T-shirt) and the place (a part from the shaggin act that was going on in the ladies toilet..)was alright; the music was on full blast and althought i didnt know any of the bands that the dj played, it was a good place to hang out for my couple of bevvies!!

Tomorrow im thinking of heading to some places outside San Francisco, out in the country side..and for my last nite out we have organized a karaoke nite around the Italian district. let s rock and roll..!!!

now, its leaba time!

mission: find Fatty and apology for that Milan concert last summer.

..i ve found a new goal to achieve..
the last one was finding a pair of Creepers, a lower pair..and i bought them today..!i think i m not able to have proper relationships with people cuz im way too hyper buying stuff like this than chatting someone up or keep up the whole thing..
..but anyways..
my new goal now is finding Fatty and personally apology on behalf of the whole italian population for the worse crowd they played in Milan last summer.
By chance i found myself at a house party last nite, chatting about San Francisco and bands from the City..and guess what? the girl started talking about NoFx and ended up giving me the address of Fat Wreck in town.."you should call up and say hi to the guys" she says..
...im ready.."Please forgive all those Ska-P fans assholes that ruined your gig, im really sorry but we are not all like that..and you are hot Fatty, and i think you ve lost a lot of weight..how did you do??and tell me, why you think Monday is your favourite time of year? and who s Bob? can you call me "your Lori"..

wish me luck..

Frisco is the place to be!!

..the whole scenario is funny, or at least I find it hylarious..!!
there s a sign over the crossing sign of the train rails saying "call 1-302, 1500 suicides per year"..they are even helping you overcome the crazy intention you might have of jumping under a train..isnt it mad?? and if you think of getting away with paying 6.50 for some fish and chips at Pier 39 at Fisherman's Wharf, think again..10% is going to be taken for taxes, and you are supposed to leave at least $1 on tips..do you really think is cheap now??and what about the fact that going up and down the hill is not the best way to explore the City when wearing your so loved Brothel s Creepers, San Francisco in January is kinda chilly, donuts are the most fattening things i ve ever eaten, nothing in a bottle of orange juice, butter, marmelade, cheese, milk is actually natural, and the toilet in Chinatown reastaurants are usually on the back, virtually beside the kitchen..despite all of these little details i m in love with San Francisco..i absolutely adore everything about it!!
well, no kidding..i wish i could stay there longer and live this City properly..
but, hey, i think im going to head down to LA next week , and check out if Robbie is having a party down there, or maybe he d rather go for a quite drink..you know this super star..they are never happy!!!
..i keep seeing around these guys that look alike El Hefe..crazy!!

Im here, alive and kicking..
no more to say!

me last stout and chips.

oh well..
i think the moment has arrived!!!
in about 3 hours we will get up, look at each other, pick our backpacks from the hall and catch a taxi straight to the airport (at that point ill have experienced 4 panick attacks already..!)
today Dublin was rainy, damp and silent.
i had my last proper Guinness, chips wrapped up in sheets of paper and said my goodbyes to the people i m leaving in Dublin.
that s all i have to say i guess..or like Adam would say "i guess i should"!!

the final week!!

..sometimes we just need to stop finding the right way to live things, sometimes we just need to sit back and watch how things turn out to be at the end.
so, for that same reason, im after discovering that the best times you can live are concentrated in the final week before one leaves for a year, friends turn out to be there just when you need them, to listen and finally understand what you tried so hard to tell them about you for all those years, new friends suddenly become those that seem like you know for ages and they can magically find out what exactly you are like.
this last week before leaving is scary,man, it happened to me 3 times already, within couple of months and it must stop.
maybe its the only time when you just give the right importance to things because you know they ll be over soon, no point taking the piss, lying to yourself and others and making your head go mad just for a few messed up emotions.
maybe its the only time you are being yourself for real, you act normally, you are not expecting anything to happen, you treat people with the right amount of love and hate and you tell them what you really think about them.
..but then things happen anyway, even when you are not expecting them, and its typical..

for this very reason, well tonite i went for a indian meal, instead of a coffee.
and i m happy to leave with all these things going well, and maybe its time to leave the house now, or B.is going to hit me with the drum stick, and then call me fucking wog, start putting up that weird accent trying to take the piss out of me, eating some left overs of our garlic pizza party from the nite before, play some music pretending to know what he s doing and then finally go out without me..maybe i d just enjoy it so much that ill keep him wait another few minutes..ahahah

Happy 2006!!

..i never gave a flying f$%* about New Years Eve..
this year i did exactly what i said i wouldnt have done. Just to see if it was really that bad ignoring your inner self and following the flow.. IT WAS INDEED!
Blame it on the fact i only had a scabby smoked salmon sandwich all day, blame it on the generous amount of Guinness drank, blame it on whatever it s said in these circumstances, well, the result was: i went to a crowded pub, with complete strangers and i got HAMMERED!

i woke up on sunday, (being "that" very same time of the month by the way..lucky me!), started to puke at around 12am, just the seconds after thinking "God, i finally learnt how to drink moderately, good girl";didnt stop until around 18pm, and while my 2 cold fingers were working hard down my throat, i suddenly noticed a telephone number written on my hand..

!!!!!Flash back moment!!!!!


i ve spent part of that never ending day looking for explanation, and to this day still, nobody can give me one!!
If that was the number of the guy i ve met that night, the good looking one,the one that bought me drinks, the one that had a girlfriend beside him all night, that girlfriend who asked me if i, by any chance, fancied her boyfriend, well, if by pure chance that is his number..why the hell did he give it to me?

in Italy we say " On the new year, you will be doing the same things you were doing on the last day of the year"
..so does that mean:
1-ill be puking all year long?
2-ill be drinking?
3-ill be keeping no having a clue what guys do?
3-ill be flirting with occupied guys?
4-ill be given dirty looks by girls that are occupied with the guys i flirt with?
5-ill be simply keeping up my happy/single/dangerous status??

..Happy New Year everyone!!!