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Posted by Caro in Fears, Health, Life

Spiders

I am afraid of spiders.

Well that’s an understatement. I’m terrified of spiders. Caro + spider = panic attack.

Because I’m OCD, I’ve divided spiders into 3 categories: “daddy long-legs”, “the chunky kind”, and “other”. To clarify, the “chunky kind” are those black ones that have thick bodies and short legs. These are some quick motherf*ers, so killing them on first sight is a must. We can’t have them getting away! Since these are the 2 most commonly seen kinds, all the rest go into the “other” category, which is rarely used but includes: the clearish ones, the yellow ones, and black widows. Rare, yes, but BW’s have to be accounted for even though I’ve never seen one. Now all of these categories of arachnid used to produce the same result: Caro shrieking and freaking out until the spider was dead or otherwise removed from sight.

Lately though, I’ve made peace with some of these 8 legged creatures. One grouping at a time of course. Daddy long-legs and I can get along just fine. I no longer run for the hills, screaming like a little school girl when I see these creatures. I’ve also gotten to a point where I can calm myself down when I see the chunky kind and can remain in my house if one gets away. I rarely see the other kinds, so whatever. Spiders and I are ok. Neutral, like the Swiss.

Until last week.

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Posted by Caro in Animals, Fears, Random

People Watching

On the 4th of July I had hoped to go out and do something. But due to a lot of factors, by the time I made this decision Petra was already in bed. I decided that rather than sit around the apartment by myself, I would hit up the streets of the Costa Brava and find some entertainment.

It didn´t take long.

I just wanted to sit somewhere and maybe have a drink while watching the people go by. However, I have a fear of going to a restaurant, particularly one in a foreign country, and sitting down at a table by myself. Not to mention that here you seat yourself at most restaurants, but not all of them. So I was definitely nervous about it, but decided I just had to conquer the insecurity and go out and do it.

I finally found an ok, non-intimidating looking restaurant and had a seat. I ordered a glass of wine and started watching the people. I realized I hadn´t picked the best of locations, but it would do. And oh were there lots of people to see!

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Posted by Caro in cool, Fears, Food, Hilarious, interesting, Random, THE trip 2009, Travel and tagged with

Parlez Voux Anglais?

Petra and I went to Paris for 4 days. I had a pretty good time, but I can assure you it was not my favorite city. I´m glad I was able to go there, see the sites, and experience all that Paris has to offer, but I don´t see myself ever feeling the need to go back. In light of this single lifetime journey to Paris, I will just write one single entry in my blog.

I´ve already written about the horrible entry we had into the city. Things got a bit better, but not much. I´m convinced the French truly do not like people who don´t speak French, nor do they enjoy tourists. I fell into both of those categories.

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A Nutella and Pants Sandwich

Petra and I were all set to head to Paris, or so we thought. I booked our flights there and back, set up our hotel, and despite arriving I to the cuttiest of the 3 Parisian airports, I found us an amazingly priced shuttle service. 36 euro roundtrip per person. I figured it was cheaper because it dropped us at the Arc di Triumf rather than our hotel. In all my planning, I neglected to get us to and from the airport in Spain. I guess I assumed we would take the bus into Girona? Either way our flight was early and that wasn’t an option.

We were pretty frantic the day before so we went to the library to book a shuttle. How expensive could that be?

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The Death Trap

I’m convinced my elevator is trying to kill me. I’ve prided myself on getting over a majority of my phobias in the last year and a half, but I think I’m quickly developing a new one. 

The last 3 weeks have been progressively worse in this thing. The first time this happened it was the middle of the day, no one was around, and I was alone. Went up the 2 stories to my apartment, and before the door opened, the elevator DROPPED a good foot and a half. I was able to open the door and step up onto the landing, but my heart was racing and I felt a panic attack coming on. This lead me to avoid the “death-trap” for the next couple of weeks. That is, until I had some groceries. I decided to risk it. After having an ok-ish experience, I have been using the elevator a lot more.

The problem with my building is that it was designed by a moron. You start on the street level and you can get into the lobby from either the mailbox side or the parking garage side. From there, you can either take the elevator to floors 1-3, or you can take a flight of stairs that stops at level 1. This is the ONLY set of indoor stairs. I have no idea why you can only take indoor stairs to one floor. At either end of the building, there is an outdoor set of fire stairs. The problem with these is that they do not connect to the lobby/garage. So if you want to check your mail or get to your car, you literally have to walk outside, halfway around the building. It’s super lame. Given the recent cold, windy, rainy weather, I’ve been making myself brave my fear of the elevator. At least it’s dry and warm, even if it’s scary!

Well, those days are over. I got in today and damn near got stuck. Thankfully there was no drop this time, but the elevator stopped and the doors opened halfway between level 1 and 2!! I couldn’t get out. I’m glad there were 2 other ladies in there who remained calm (I certainly didn’t) and they pushed the button and took us safely to the third floor. Fuck the bullshit!

Posted by Caro in Fears, Rants and raves

Heights

I decided over the weekend that even though I’m absolutely TERRIFIED of heights, I could maybe suck it up and manage skydiving. I’ve heard that after the inital free fall (5 or so seconds), once you hit terminal velocity it just feels like you’re floating. That’s pretty cool. Of course after reading about the man whose instructor died mid-air I would need to have a complete lesson in pulling the rip cord and steering and all of that. So that’s it….Skydiving is officially added to my list of things to do before I die!

   
Posted by Caro in Fears, fun, Things to do