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After all of my efforts to get rid of my hangover with pizza, something really unexpected happened. Our midnight conversation, more like a deep, unfiltered exchange of thoughts and trauma, had a surprisingly sobering effect, keeping me wide awake. But what no one knew was that in my room, there was a hidden space—a special room that, according to our earlier plans, was meant for karaoke.

However, as the night unfolded, Aimee, Uncle Gregory, and I ended up singing not the upbeat songs we’d hoped for, but the sad ballads that reflected our emotions. Instead of lighthearted moments, we shared sad stories, which led to a movie marathon of bittersweet films. In the end, we found solace in each other’s company and the melancholy we shared. I love 'em.
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Alright, the next session is a karaoke night 🎤 after Cherrie returns from the club! Aimee sing a mix of upbeat tunes, ballads, and 2000s pop songs. After a few hours, we'll switch it up and start a podcast, We sharing stories and discussing everything . It's going to be a great time!

Enough drinking, we’re singing What Was I Made For until sunrise.

They say drunk words are most likely to be repressed emotions, and I agree— the drinks are simply a truth serum😂 While I wasn’t usually one to indulge in emotional conversation due to my avoidant tendency #womeninmalefields, I’m actually quite fond of tonight’s session. Maybe sharing my thoughts to people who cares is not as bad as I thought it would be. 🤔
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It’s still early, but I’m already falling in love with the beauty of Tossa de Mar all over again. No matter how chaotic the night might have been, there’s something about a quiet morning walk that truly resets everything. The crisp air, the gentle rhythm of the waves, and the breathtaking view of the sea—it’s like nature’s own remedy, a dose of pure serenity. This “vitamin sea” revives me, making every step feel lighter, every breath fresher, and more beautiful.
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📍Platja Gran, Costa Brava

Beach on a Saturday morning? It sounded like the perfect plan when Cherrie and I came up with it—completely forgetting she was out with Gregory and Aimee until around 3 a.m. Honestly, only God knows when those three finally gave in and slept. Meanwhile, I wasn’t much better. I had a super late dinner at the Velencoso’s that turned into a long chat with the hosts. By the time it was over, my husband had to carry me back to the hotel because I was too far gone to even walk straight.

So here we are, trying to convince ourselves this idea wasn’t completely insane. But you know what? It turned out to be absolutely worth it. The ocean breeze hit us like a gentle wake-up call. Cherrie was hilarious company. We walked and laughing at each other’s questionable life choices, and decided to test the water. And that’s when I realized I forgot to bring a change of clothes. Thankfully, husband came to the rescue, showing up with fresh clothes. He’s my lifesaver, literally and figuratively.