Garivalpo

Abby and I (as most of the next few stories will begin) spent a long weekend in Valparaiso, Chile - a port city about an hour and a half or so outside the capital of Santiago. This being a long weekend and all, there were quite a few people roaming around the city on long weekend vacations that wouldn't normally be there, except not really all that many, but anyhoo...we found this really lovely bed and breakfast on one of the many hills that make up the city of Valparaiso and when we got there the only room that was left was - get this - the matrimonial suite. All fine and dandy, except for the fact that I'm pretty sure the lady who owned the place thought we were lesbians. Like hardcore lesbians.

Here's a picture of the very lovely matrimonial suite at the Garivalpo.



The funny thing about the whole experience was that after realizing that we were at a bed and breakfast with a bunch of couples and that the owner thought we were two big lesbos, everything became HILARIOUS in that context of the people outside who thought we were lesbians. Like, if one of us took a long shower, that was funny. Or if one of us threw a shoe at the wall, that was funny. Or if we took a picture of us in the bed - me with a towel on my head that looks like a turban - that shit was funny too. Eventually it extended to everything we did back in Santiago. If we shared food at a restaurant - "two big lesbos." If one of us held onto the other so as not to die on the subway - "two big lesbos." We spent quite a bit of time entertaining ourselves with that one, let me tell you.

All in all, Valparaiso was a good time.

- E

p.s. I'm totally gonna get a lot of hits on this entry because I used the word lesbians. I'm excited to see what turns up.