This time I did not do any of the shopping. That sounds wrong actually. Because I HATE shopping. I like to buy. I like to come into a store, go straight to the rack I need, or I think I need - usually it's the sales rack, of course. And tear a precious find off a hanger. Yummm. And grab it and run to the register, then leave the shop ASAP and go home, to enjoy enjoy enjoy. Combine and mix. Mix and match. I hate even going to the fitting rooms. Too many girls there. Too long of a line. I know what fits me. If it does not, I will make it fit me. I have no problem with that.
Yet I was poor on this trip, for the most part - I made some money but not till the end of it, so I did not buy anything, really, except this pair of shoes. Cream canvas, with golden strap. Lovely. This is the heel I can jump run and attack on. Good. There is a whole story about how I was getting them, it can be read in www.AnnaDoesRio.blogspot.com
Nevertheless, the shoes are mine now, and the next thing I will get is the itsy bitsy bikini to alarm the puritan and boring Americans on the local beaches. But that's not until the next trip...
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