Quality and Class- the Anthony Bourdain Affair

I raced home today from school with the specific intention of watching as much of the No Reservations marathon as I possibly could. In two weeks I'll be in Europe for the first time, we'll go to sleep on Friday in Detroit and wake up on Saturday morning in London. Our caravan met for spaghetti and pre-destination planning this weekend. Micah broke out the map and Abby tried her hardest to convert currency from dollars to Euros. For all our planning and all our fretting about the details, I am not worried about missing out on anything due to poor groundwork. I know what I want to experience and I doubt it will cost a dime.

The travel guide Kansas gave us for Christmas says to stay away from whiskey at bars in spain. BJ- How are we ever going to make it a week???



Dear Mr. Bourdain,

Thank you for airing that special marathon this President's day. Watching you get tattooed by Malasian headhunters or resting in an Icelandic mudbath was a real treat for a monday morning. I went ahead a made rice and black beans for dinner tonight if you're in town, but I must say that with these months apart things have changed. It's not that I no longer have feelings for you, it's just that those feelings have changed. Over the years we've grown apart. You seem to be on the road constantly and when I need your arms wrapped around me in a cigarette and liqour induced fog, you're never there. I missed the days when we would get drunk after work with the boys in the kitchen and then ride our bikes through down town tallahassee. Oh, that wasn't you. Anyways, it's over. I'm sorry but there's someone else. Don't bother asking who it is, just know that I love him. I hope we'll see eachother soon. I'll buy the drinks and you pay for the cab, just this time it's going to make two stops instead of one.

Love always,

Katie