Wow. This is definitely New Years Day! I woke up today with the mother of all hangovers and fuzzy memories of a lot of rum and coke in plastic glasses and a dark club.
Fantastic! Jessi is a happy bunny.
So last night started out with me being late (as usual) and having to apologise profusely. Not a good start. Then … of all things… can you flipping believe it?... it was raining. Thank goodness I’m not vain because my hair got soaked. Hehe.
Then of course I was with mi amor and everything was OK.

Bizarrely enough I seemed to miss all the fireworks and celebrations last night. I didn’t even hear a countdown, weird huh? But it didn’t really matter

We spent the evening in a groovy little bar with Dali paintings all over the walls - a bit of a theme I think. Anyway, that’s inconsequential, the bar is cool.. however, no-one was there until after 12.30, were we in the right place? Hmm. After that time it quickly filled up to bursting as is the tradition and the party atmosphere kicked in.

And I danced. Oh yes I did. And no-one had any comments for the gringa today, thank god. I was in a sensitive mood to say the least.

Skipping past all the gory details like sweaty people and bad toilets (take a club, an open bar, loud music and you can pretty much fill in the rest yourself) I can report that all in all I had a fantastic night. I know I’m not giving you much, it is hard to try and convey just what it’s like here. So many things are the same, but at the same time so completely different that I can’t experess it with mere words. I should get out there with my camera huh. Yup.

Love to everyone, I hope you had a wicked night. I thought of you all at your midnight, (my early evening) and sent you telepathic kisses and hugs. Did you get them?? ;)

Xx