Not dead, I swear.

So, remember how I said I would be posting more? Yeeeeah, me either.

*Awkward silence*

... Anyways, time to fill you guys in on what you may have missed!

I'll just be giving highlights, that way you guys don't have to sit through a novella of pointless chatter. So here we go!

Firstly, let's talk Barcelona. Because frankly, I didn't want to leave.

We had a lovely time, with lovely food, and fun shenanigans, mostly involving my dad and I.

See, my mom and sister were telling my dad and I about a nice market they went to, so naturally I wanted to go, and my dad decided to come along because I probably would've gotten myself killed otherwise.

Now, they said it was right around the corner. However, both my mom and sister are notoriously bad with directions. So when we went around the block and didn't see it, we decided to just keep walking until we found it.

And we certainly found something.

We somehow wandered into a HUGE shopping complex that was basically an outdoors mall, with another floor of shops and such underground. So after poking around and cracking jokes about mom and Zoey's bad sense of direction, we headed back to the hotel, only to realize that we were nowhere NEAR where the two of them went. Turns out they just went to a grocery store. Whoops .

Another highlight(?) From Barcelona was the beach. Now, everyone who knows me knows I'm more comfortable in the ocean than I am on dry land, so obviously the beach was one of my top priorities. And it was beautiful! The waters were crystal clear, I was watching little crabs play in the surf, everything was going well.

Until we looked at the beach on the other side of the pier.

Let's just say that there were many men who were VERY comfortable in their skin, and leave it at that.

So on to Italy!

It's only day one, but BOY was it interesting. The highlight of the day was, after my sister fell off a stool, people were trying to help her. And during this, a very kind woman started asking in a very heavy Italian accent if she needed sugar, thinking she was hypoglycemic.

When I told her my sister was okay, she kept insisting, saying "But she's so white! So white! She needs sugar, she's too white!", and when I tried to explain that's her normal skin tone, the lady didn't quite get it.

I couldn't think of what else to do, so I just gestured to my extremely white father saying "That's her dad." The lady immediately understood with a soft "Oh, okay", before leaving.

Someone still ended up bringing her a cup of sugar water.

So in summary: My sister is so white that some very kind Italian people thought she was sick, and I'm probably a bad person for laughing as hard as I did.

Ciao for now! ~Peekaloo