But, as adult females we dream, plan, and prepare for the perfect bachelorette weekend. Forget the men, let's be ladies and drink pink sparkling wine.
My friend, Elenor, will be married in less than a month. A perfect wedding in Wales...yes, I'm going. So, my friend, Selene, and I decided to take her away one last time as a single gal. We planned to go south to natural thermal spas near the sea.
Dinner with all the girls from work earlier that week.
It was a complete surprise to Elenor. We told her to pack for any condition, grabbed the car and went with 1970's French disco music in the background.
We arrived to a cottage on the sea that smelled as if something died. Something dirty that longer resembled the original freshness. It made me sick, of course, and I was the one with the weak stomach. But we had great views of literally dozens of kite surfers.
We decided to go to town for dinner and accidently asked a foreigner for restaurant suggestions. He immediately found the single ladies attractive and followed us to the bar. Far to easy for him due to a bright white veil worn by our bride to be.
Shortly after we forgot thanks to cocktails and white wine. We talked, discovered differences, and learned how well we fit together.
After a night of sleeping in a stinky room, we went to the windy beach, a chilly pool, and a different village. Dinner we were serenaded. Drinks we were smiling. Photos we were laughing.
The singing
The laughing
We were suggested to go to a party on the beach. We went. Then decided it was for 15 year olds. We even played a game to see if we could find someone older than us. We lost. Quickly we decided, although single, we are far too old for this. So we went home to have a sleepover, giggling until 4 o'clock in the morning...like adults.
The next day was the spa. We relaxed. We spent time together. I thought and said aloud how I hope we are friends in 10 years. I thought this all the way rushing home. Through perfect countryside to see the final world cup match. More time together to end a strangely perfect weekend.
Hot bath waterfall in the south of Tuscany!
Yes, I love that I have found my man for wedding dreaming and detail pinning. My perfect half. But, I also love that I have girls I can be myself with. Far away from home I have found family. Two sisters I like to call Miranda and Charlotte. (I am Samantha.) And I know, if we are ever to find our Carrie, she would have to fit us perfectly. Because we...we are soul mates.
Us!
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