13. February 2016 by swissfitchick
Two months away and all I wanted to do were my favourite things: Beaching, Training, Writing, Reading and Photographing. And that’s what I did with a giant side of great people.
I can still feel it on my skin.
The beach is my happy place, no doubt about that. In fact, I envision this life almost mundane, being happy with a giant beach, waves (which I don’t touch), my camera, my laptop, a few friends and a place where I can throw around some weights and hang around at a bar. That one and the other one too.
In a perfect world, wine would fulfill all my nutritional needs. Alright fine, some cheese too. Cause protein, Bro.
For some odd reason, about every second person I met on my trip decided to talk to me. I do not mind this phenomenon at all, cause I love being chatty with the world. It becomes a little awkward or even threatening when a latin beauty with blonde dyed hair starts to talk to me >naked< in the Sauna. Apart from having the talent to be a stand up comedian, she had dark nipples. Like really. They stood out like wine corks (it’s obvious, wine is on my mind) and I couldn’t stop staring at them almost constantly. I don’t think she caught me in the act – she literally talked a mile in a minute until she finished the story about korean moving guys who spread their sweat over her floor in her new house.
It was a rather interesting event, nevertheless worth one of the trip stories. I had wine later.
I could make a full disclosure on all the stories that happened in the past two months chasing the sun and running the Indiand for their money by getting a ridiculous dark skin, but in all honesty, some things can’t be voiced and some are just not enough spectacular.
I can tell you though, that on my flight back home, the guy next to me was the opposite of me – pale like Mozzarella and I am sure he was glowing in the dark. Shame I was comatose and couldn’t check him out. I considered the option to take a selfie with him and call us Stracciatella. I am so funny.
I struggle with the fact that I have to cook my own meals again. I was a spoiled brat for solid eight weeks – either I had Bee making breakfast for me every morning or I went to one of the gazillion healthy organic whateverthefuckFREE cute restaurants in Bondi or NZ and let my greedy stomach feed eggs with a side of all the good stuff. Primal sounds escaping my lips included.
Today, I was even too lazy to cook my chicken and bought wild salmon instead. I may go on a raw diet in the middle of bloody cold winter.
I was so not ready to come home, that my day of return consisted of hating everything and everyone. I swear, I turned into a Swiss racist (I can say that, I am 100% Swiss, or at least that’s what I have been told. Measured by my behavior, I am far from being Swiss though). I didn’t hate the chocolate I ate, but other than that I was forever grateful that thoughts are free. If any of those were to be heard, I would have been put in jail. I was also ready to announce to the parents around that I’d give a double espresso and a puppy to unattended children. Don’t get me wrong – I love kids. But still.
Bee and I drank all the white wine and some more on Waiheke Island on the night of her birthday. We also had almost no food and a party with every waiter or restaurant manager on the way. We also got tiny birthday desserts for free and champagne added to all the wine and some more on Waiheke Island.
We did not have a hangover the next day and the people around us were still our friends, which enlightened us that we didn’t behave too inappropriate. Wait. Maybe we actually DID do inappropriate things and that’s why they all of a sudden were our friends? Ignore me. Who am I? Anyway, it was a night to remember.
Travel luggage weight became a lot more important to me than my own bodyweight. In fact, I haven’t weighed myself in months. That’s not true, I think we had to be weighed at the Zipline event and I was surprised that I was far below the 70kg mark. but I digress, so, luggage weight. I desperately got rid of stuff I didn’t really need (Yes, all the other things I need. REALLY.) and forced Bee to take cosmetics and supplements back to Sydney, so I felt better by not wasting them.
Can I just say, that I found myself screeching over the fact that Emirates allows 30fuckingkilos for free. I goose-stepped to the shops with flying hair. Thoughts in my blonde covered head: ‘More weight = more stuff! Shop!’
I love this airline. I love the 30 kilo allowance, I love their uniform with the fancy hat and veil, I love that they are decadent like that to always fly the A380, even for an ass short flight from Dubai to Zurich. I love that they put adorable little starlights on the ceiling of this giant bird called plane and I even like the food a little bit. I am traumatized from my time at Swissair, so that should mean something.
I want to go back on their plane. I want to live there. I wouldn’t even mind to give birth in there. K, maybe not the last one, but you know.
I am confused by Asians. That’s a massive generalisation, so I break it down to the tourists who pigeoned around me in ALL the places. I just do not understand the majority of these guys and I do not only mean the language.
On the other hand, I am in awe by New Zealand CrossFit Coaches. One word: GIANT. And I do not mean the thing that YOU are thinking of now. For once, there is no sexual innuendo here. I know. Again, who am I? Anyways. They are bears. Strong bears with adorable smiles. Bee and I were smitten.
Ok, that’s it for today Peeps. Laters.