Weddings

I've recently discovered that I'm one of the few girls who hasn't been dreaming up/planning their wedding (even the slightest amount) since they were 5 years old. However last week my friend Portia planned it for me, which is quite kind of her in my opinion.


According to Portia, when I go on my travelling gap year I'm going to fall in love with a rich, blonde haired, blue eyed Australian surfing instructor called Cruz. Sounds quite nice, if incredibly unrealistic.

Australia is going to be one of the first stops on my travels, despite rumours of their massive spiders.
I've always wanted to learn how to surf and it just so happens that (according to Portia) Cruz will be my surfing instructor. After falling madly in love with me and growing crazily attached to the Kenyan orphan I'm going to bring back this summer, he'll apparently spontaneously quit his job and join me on my travels before proposing by the Eiffel tower, approximately 4 months into what is essentially a ridiculously long vacation

Eventually we'll get married in Bali (my last stop), in an 'amazing' surfer-esque beach wedding. The guys will wear shorts and flip flops and there'll be surfboards stuck in the sand behind the minister.  

Since doctors are employable worldwide, we'll move to some exotic beach location where Cruz can open his own surf shack...

Somehow I know this will never happen, but planning it kept me and Portia occupied/distracted from revision for about 4 hours.