Heids and I met five years ago on a study abroad trip to
Australia. Cool, huh? I knew we’d get along famously when walking to the
neighborhood gelato shop became an after class ritual. Crazy to think it was
five years ago, when it seriously feels like just yesterday we were walking across
the top of the Sydney Harbor Bridge, watching the New Years Eve fireworks, and
suddenly developing an Australian accent after a few vodka tonics. Here’s a
picture of us from down under, with authentic aboriginal face paint. Obvi.
Heidi and I later took our friendship to Spain for a summer.
Yeah I know, we’re super worldly. Living in Madrid, we traveled all over – fell
in love with San Sebastian, danced in discotecas in Barcelona, got lost in
Sevilla, camped at a music festival in Benicassim - all while drinking tinto de
verano, attempting to learn Spanish, trying to tune out the Spanish telenovela
that was our multicultural flat, and only speaking to each other after we’ve
had our morning café con leche around noon. Hey, when you’re as close as we
are, you know what works. Here we are in Galicia.
So you’re probably wondering why I’m telling you all about
my dear friend. Well for starters, she’s one of the most stylish people I know.
She has an incredible eye. And I let her know every time I raid her closet. If
only we wore the same size shoe. Can you imagine the terrible influences we are
on each other in a Bloomingdale’s dressing room? Unable to keep her mouth shut,
Heidi - my traveling companion, my friend, and often times my voice of reason -
has started her very own blog, The Blabbery, and I highly recommend you head over
there immediately.
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