By Tonia
“It can hardly be a coincidence that no
language on earth has ever produced the expression, ‘As pretty as an airport.’”
- Douglas Adams
I recently went to Spain and Morocco with my Boy Toy (OK, he’s only 5 months younger than me, but we like to call him that). We had a great time sight-seeing while gluttonizing on tapas, paella, Iberian ham, grilled sardines and gazpacho - and drinking more Sangria than our combined weights.
There were, of course, a few hick-ups along the way.
International travel is never without them. For example, there were unmanned highway
toll booths every friggin’ 10 miles with more slits, buttons and levers than an
Apollo control panel. Two advanced-degreed
brains working together couldn’t figure them out. Other drivers had to stop and get out of their
cars to assist us.
And the ferry that I was SURE only took 30 minutes to get to
Tangier took 90 minutes – mostly because we were off-course from our intended
destination. We ended up at a Moroccan industrial port that looked like a thriller movie
scene where creepy things happen. Boy Toy casually remarked we would
probably end up kidnapped, stripped naked, chained and beaten (and not in a
good way) on a cold cement floor in a Turkish prison. I reminded him we were in
MOROCCO – not Turkey. And, fortunately,
after one shuttle, one hike to the highway and 2 taxi rides, we made it to our
hotel with our clothes on and no bruises or chains (we saved that for later).
But we really did have a wonderful time. One of our favorite
destinations was the Love Stop Sex Shop
– not really listed in Rick Steve’s travel guide, but definitely worth
visiting. Unlike the seedy, dark places I.…ahem….have accidentally fallen upon,
this place was well-lit, well-staffed and tastefully decorated. Ya gotta' love an elegant,
sophisticated store in debauchery – kinda’ like an Apple Store of sex shops - a
Sex Fifth Avenue. Of course, I wanted
a souvenir! Tired of using my electric toothbrush as a vibrator, I decided something
new and exotic was in order. And I discovered The
Delight. Not only did it vibrate, it SUCKED. I couldn’t pay for my shiny new Spanish dildo
fast enough. After all, it certainly doesn’t suck to get sucked.
But all good things must come to an end and the time to fly
home arrived. Looking forward to a good groping (pat down) from a handsome
Spanish airport security guard, I instead found my carry-on bag getting all of the
attention. After its ride through x-ray, the guard angrily pulled me and my bag aside and dug through its contents like a Gestapo on a 1944 train. He threw out
some argon oil and kept excavating until he discovered….you guessed it….The Delight. Waving it high in the air
like a sword in battle and shrieking Spanish accusations at me, it seemed he
thought it was some kind of taser…..or weapon of mass destruction.
To avoid getting arrested and going to that Turkish prison
Boy Toy warned me about I needed to explain myself. I didn’t know how to say
“dildo” in Spanish and I was pretty sure it wasn’t in mini Spanish-English
dictionary. Under other circumstances, I would have used charades and gestures to communicate,
but I was afraid this kind of charade/gesture might be interpreted as a
feminist-foreign-fuck you. I thought, “I’m fucked. And, worse yet, this thing
is never gonna’ fuck me.”
While all this was going on in my head, a female
security guard approached Dickomero (I’m pretty
sure that’s Spanish for “male security guy”) and muttered something to him out
of the side of her mouth and, though I can only imagine what she said, she had
a knowing look on her face and a little twinkle in her eye. He slowly lowered The Delight and gently put it back in my bag. I think he may have even zipped it for me. And, like that, we were on our way back home – The Delight, the Boy Toy and me. But,
somewhere in Spain that night, I bet there was a wife getting a LOT of
questions…..
If you can't get to Spain this year, at least enjoy some Sangria with your girlfriends. It’s
a fabulous beverage for your next girlfriends’ get-together. Maybe after a few glasses you'll want to practice flamengo! Here’s the recipe we love. Cheers!!
INGREDIENTS:
1 750 ml of red wine
1 lemon, sliced
2 oranges, sliced
1 apple, sliced
1 squirt Stevia
1/4 cup brandy
1/4 cup lemon cello
2 cups ginger ale, club
soda or sparkling water
DIRECTIONS:
Pour the wine into a pitcher and toss in the fruit wedges
(leaving out seeds if possible) along with the Stevia, brandy and lemon cello. Stir and chill
overnight; add ginger ale, club soda or sparkling water just before serving.
Poor over ice into glasses. Don't worry if some of the fruit drops into the glasses.
