Can't be broken!

My last blog I wrote about Katie coming and how it must be in God's plan to have us together, etc, etc. and this weekend that already has proved completely true!

Yesterday I went out with Katie and some of our friends to dinner, but we were exhausted and called it a night around 11pm and then just sat and talked for an hour or so by ourselves. It was so great to have one of those "girl talks" with someone who knows everything about you. Katie and I are pretty positive people, in fact probably the most positive people I know, but this week/ weekend has NOT been good for either one of us in about 1 million ways so there is no one else in this world I'd want here more right now than her. We talked more today, vented about everything from Spain to cellphone contracts to boys and basically came to the conclusion we are going to get through this together....just as we said that, my Kodak digital camera slipped from my hands and fell down the entire flight of winding stairs bouncing off the wall and finally smashing into the door at the end. There were parts everywhere...literally broken apart...and there is no better way to sum up our friendship....OF COURSE THAT WOULD HAPPEN. We both sat on the stairs half laughing and half crying just looking at the mess...so metaphorical it wasn't even funny...but I turned to Katie and said "dude, I've had that camera since the 7th grade and it will never die. I promise you this poop head will work." I've been wanting to get a new camera for years but this one has been to 15 countries, 3 continents, scared by paint and numerous droppings, but I cannot kill it! Looking at the pieces you wouldn't believe me, but the camera does still work!!!! I think it's a sign that WE can't ever be really broken (or Kodak is the Toyota of cameras).

So to celebrate, we went out dancing at an amazing hole in the wall Cuban salsa club AFTER of course watching the Packer game at an Irish pub. We had an absolute blast at the club and even got the DJ to put on a few "American" songs like Usher and Lil Jon. We taught the Spaniards how to really "Get Low" and they taught us all their fancy stepping moves...it was like a scene from a movie, the three American girls pretty much owning a club where people would hollar and yell with every new move. It was just too funny and we met some great people, too. All in all a great night, but I'm knackered and better hit the hay. Will write more later.

Best part of the week: Getting an Inspi(red) card from the German family (who are really Irish)and a Product Red pin (African AIDS charity products). Seriously talk about turing your day around when someone is thinking about you! :) Thanks guys!