The Birthday Girl in all her glory
To be honest, I felt a little sad yesterday with the impending end to my twenties looming over me. Given a few cuba libres and a little salsa however, that soon passed and we had a great night dancing, drinking and starring in disbelief at the sheer quantities of old, grey men with young, scantily clad women. We must be getting old!
Today has been absolutely lovely. Mark checked us in to a beautiful boutique hotel yesterday as a birthday treat for me. Bliss compared to where we had been staying (our room has a sink AND a flushing toilet). Best feature however is the rooftop pool which we have had to ourselves for the past 2 days with beautiful views over the city's rooftops. We soon realised that lazing by the pool is a very worthwhile way to spend both my 30th and the last week of our trip.
3pm came and it was time for a massage, such a hard life! The only problem was that Mark kept coming up to check on how it was going. I found it hard to believe that a man doesn't know that a woman should be left in peace whilst having a massage but his reasoning soon became clear - not less that 50 balloons, birthday cake and champagne were waiting for me in the room when I came down! It was fab and such a lovely surprise.
Just some of the many balloons in our room
Cake and Champagne - the recipe for happiness
We're off out now for dinner but, all in all, turning 30 hasn't been that bad. Thank you Mark for making it such a day to remember x
*Special guest contribution by Gemma Cooke
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