Next, we hit up beautiful Sevilla SPAIN right below France. This was my first time in Spain and Sevilla was the warmest part of the country. We met a few nice people in Spain and had a BENGA BENGA time in clubs, like Black Cat and our very favourite CATHERDRAL. I sure do miss Cathedral because we were loved there. I even had a chance to make a shout out on the d.js mic and dance around in the d.js booth. Everyone loved us there. Nevertheless, if you go to Sevilla, DO NOT GO to BUDA night club. TERRIBLE experience and SHADY girlz. A lesson for all travellers........don't get too close to people just because you never know what peoples motives are! If you have a bad intuition about people, that is a sign for you to bounce from where ever you are! Anyways...........it was also nice to party on the beach in CADIZ because the sun and the water relaxed me and helped me forget about all the intense shit. My favourite restaurant was El Padio but I got bored with the food after eating it everday. Another delish and cheap restaurant is VIPS. We lucked out on getting free meals there. Other than that, MAC DOH came to the rescue. A SPECIAL shout out goes out to my boy German BOY Chris ;) I came to the realization that in Spain, people love to live for tomorrow because the it word there is 'MANYANA!' If you are ever to go to Sevilla, hit up the amusment park ISLA MAGJICA........thnx for scoring us free tix Aris. It was awesomeous when I was able to stop and see a bit of Madrid before heading home.Special thanks goes to our man for buying us lunch in Madrid. It's always fun travelling but, it sure is good to be home but boohoy was it a struggle at the airport. I overpacked and my auitcases were overweight. I had to put on 20 tops and 7 pants and 2 skirts. Even after that, my suitcase was STILL overWEIGHT! Thankfully I was able to sweet talk the luggage checking boy KALAN.........and he let me off the hook.............Although, I was made fun of at the Paris airport by checking people for wearing sooooooooooo many clothes. They were like, " you are crazy!" I was like, well they do call me CRAZY MOFO!" So, I was off the hook in the Paris Charles De Gaulle airport with my extatic layers of clothing. However, at the London Heathrow airport, I was almost not so lucky. When once again I had to go through checking and hassled about my layers of clothes. I told them listen, I can't afford to pay extra money for overweight luggage. Than, they told me I had to talk to the manager. So , I told themm fine, I'm wearing so many clothes because I'm cold. They told me I had to leave some clothes behind. YA RIGHT. I ain't leaving shit behind so these brits can tax my gear. So, I finally talked to the manager and after minutes of pleading with her, she told me to stop B.Sin' and gave me a bag to put my clothes in the bag and warned me to 'NEVER OVER PACK AGAIN!' I gave her a hug and wished her Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Phewwwwwwwwwwwww............Crazy Mofo gets away again ;)
