It's the final countdown

Today I woke up in Spain.

With a huge headache.

We arrived here yesterday & made sure THE DRESS was all happy at a family friend's house. You know, the groom can't see it!!!

Back at my future marido's place, we unwrapped some gifts, prepared little wedding favors and ate something not too fatty. Hey, it's wedding countdown after all...

Since I tried to get some color on my white ass body, I need to look around for tanning beds in here too. Yeah, easier said than done. In Brussels, where sun is a luxury, we have a whole selection of tanning places. But here, where sun is a nuisance, and everyone can get it for free, I might have some trouble finding something reliable.

Nonetheless, I shall try ;)

The good thing about coming here with a checked in luggage is that I can buy liquids and bring them back home. I know sounds bizarre. But if you fly RyanAir, you get it. They don't let you on board with perfumes, shampoos or even mustard jars (tried, didn't work). Everything has to fit their ridiculous business plan of ripping people off of their flying dignity... But hey, Im not complaining, they're almost always ahead of schedule;)