Day 9 - The First Photo Shoot (Fuengirola, Spain)

Saturday - Aye q mejor
^^ that right there is a little spanish play on words when contrasted with yesterday's post, but i'm probably just too cool for you to get it.

Basically, today was a much better day. Despite the five hours sleep, the many pains i woke up with, and a couple of different physical and mental crashes - it was a Good Day! There was a lot of pushing myself, but it resulted in a wonderful shoot with Mirart Photo followed by a very .. eventful dinner (it amazes me how somehow, always, the vegetarian dish takes at least twice as long to cook as anything else. always. the joke is that nobody orders that shit, so when i come along they have to send out someone to the grocery store.)

exhausted dinner face - where's mah veggies!!

​I'm currently in Fuengirola, a quaint city on the southern coast of Spain filled with a lot of diversity and the very distinct presence of some Saudi Arabian princes. No joke. They drive gold plated and regular plated Ferraris and have dinners at the White House that they enjoy so thoroughly, there is now a replica white house in their compound.

I'm laying in my little bed in my little hotel room not half a block from the Mediterranean sea, which I can see from my window should I be so inclined, and I am so happy to be here.

Travels went good, food was tricky but when I got some it was also very good, the photo shoot went GREAT and I am stoked for the images and for this new connection with such an interesting and talented man (a Spanish born, Australian raised, retired government sharp shooter - Everything is fun with Arturo around!). We are already discussing my return to Spain for Christmas...! 

the last shot - 'pose however you'd like!' - i always do . . .

I also got a little bit of work done on the bus ride, including some model mayhem responses, scheduling skype sessions with my incredible gofund-ers (so excited to chat with you bitches!) and, the best part, I finally have service on my phone! Which meant not only finally joining the yoga retreat group in what's app (an international text app) - after the fact of course, yay jin! - but also, my first actual phone conversation with my overly-mustachiod man back home.

And while you may think that these "journal" entries have been a big vent - you have NO idea the things I have NOT been saying. This has all been quite, quite mild. And it felt So. Good. to finally release all my trivial little bullshit nothings to my soulmate/bitchingpartner. When we started talking I nearly starting crying because it was like, omg, I actually get to TALK to somebody about all of this!!

He gets it, he's a cynical bitch just like me. We're not really mad about whatever we're bitching about, but it was something small and annoying at the time and if I don't just SAY it, it'll stay inside me and eat away at my soul forever. And after the last 10 days, there was a LOT eating at my soul.

​He was about 2 hours late to work.

But happily so. And I am happily about to get a full SEVEN HOURS of sleep, before Arturo returns to graciously take me to my train in Malaga, and off I go at 300km an hour (whateverthefuck that is) to *Barcelona*!!

One thing I have heard over and over for years, is that Barcelona is where it is at. And for me, that "it" will include skype calls, a MASSAGE (oh yes, please, dear gawd), laundry would be awesome, lots and lots of writing, and probably a cup or two of vino. Plus some visits to Gaudi blah blah blah other touristy things and finding a vegan restaurant recommended by the dear Javier where I will likely just live at for my brief Barcelona duration.

Thank you my darlings, for all that you do!
​Muchisimas Besos for you!

Jin