2 weeks ago we had our farewell party for Tamzin, my best friend here and flatmate of 1,5 years. We planned an epic party on our massive roof terrace and invited everybody we know (which basically means half the village). The afternoon before the party, we were busy bringing all the stuff up to the roof, chairs and cushions, food and drinks. We had a cable roll for the stereo, and then the door got slammed close from the wind, with the cable in between - and it was stuck!! Even though the key was in the lock, we couldn't open the door anymore, so we were locked outside in the staircase, 2 hours before the first guests would arrive. Since we were also in our underwear, all sweaty and dusty (since it was still bloody hot), we had a minor problem here. While I was contemplating letting myself down with my hammock hanging over the edge of the roof terrace and then á la Tarzan (or Jane) swinging myself over to our balcony, Tam luckily had her phone with her, so we called our emergency guy from the yoga center - our good soul whenever we are in need with broken cars, accidents or cats that needed feeding. But he was having a meeting and was not able to come soon! Last chance we had was to call one of Tamzin's new friends from the community yoga classes she teaches, a Spanish fireman from the village - who would be better to open a locked door??
He came immediately to help the (dusty, dirty and half-naked) damsels in distress, and was indeed able to open the door - what a hero! We quickly finished the last decoration and hopped under the shower, when the door bell rang - already!? Well, I guess we had mentioned something like we would start to party around 6 PM - but since nobody in Spain comes in time, we had expected the first guests earliest around 8! But no, I was still wrapped in my towel, and the first guest was at our door at 6:15 PM :) (Of course she was not Spanish, but French, and luckily she didn't mind waiting a bit until Tam and I were ready and made up.
It was a great evening and night, so many people and friends came, Tamzin had made an awesome playlist, and even better margaritas, and everybody had a great time. Then it was performance time. 2 friends of Suryalila were playing "Home" on Harmonium and Ukulele, and I had practiced a little piece on the guitar about my "chocho".
The night continued with more drinks, more music and more dancing (including limbo) until at 5 AM the police was standing at our roof terrace. While Tamzin just made a comment about the hilarious hair of one of the officers, they seriously took my ID number. But Prado being a party town, it was not really an issue.
The Monday after Tam and I went on a little vacation to the beach. Our new colleague at work owns an apartment in Benalmádena, directly at the beach, which she generously offered to us! Driving down to the coast it was raining! The first rain in ages! But that couldn't stop us. We sipped cocktails at the beach, and went from one happy hour to the next, until we danced at night along the beach making our way back to the apartment, hugging and screaming "I love my chocho!" (oh dear). The next day we had to get up at 7 AM because I had a super early appointment in Málaga to order me a new passport at the German embassy. My new passport photos, taken at the embassy, hungover, on an empty stomach, might not be the prettiest sight I will have to look at now every time I check in at an airport ;)
On the way back we visited the Stupa in Benalmadena and had a late lunch in Marbella before heading home - it was lovely.
Now Tamzin is gone, and the apartment feels very empty. I will miss her dearly, and can't wait to see my "chocho" again.