• Mercedes Chloe

A farmers Market

This morning started with a call at 3 am, asking if I wanted to hop on a flight and fly out to the Bahamas. Of course my immediate answer was yes, and then while Alden was figuring out details of transportation, and I was realizing that all of my bikinis and suit cases were at home, I then call my house (at 4.26 am) telling my mom that I was jet setting to the Bahamas, tonight. Of course that was beyond careless given that I have three siblings under the age of ten, but excitement caught me off guard.

After figuring out that I would run to Victoria’s secret to grab some new bikinis, and then buy a suit case, I get a phone call back from my Alden saying “that she doesn’t have a passport”. Fail fail and fail!

I was dreaming of sun, champagne, and relaxation after a week of hell (thank you midterms) and a night full of little sleep. But just like that, my dreams were crushed (partially) until Mauro turned up to my door (at 7 am) with Starbucks in each hand. Long story short we talked through some things, took prince Barnby outside, and shared the day together exploring unfamiliar territory downtown, including a farmers market, “Bleeker Street pizza” (notorious for having “eaters” such as Anderson Cooper, Brook Shields and Hugh Jackman), and lastly 16 handles, where I created a frozen yogurt concoction of Graham cracker, toasted marshmallow, vanilla sky and creme brulee (talk about inner child!) Including toppings such as mochi, Vanilla clodhoppers and white chocolate chips (yes, I went all out).