when i was a theatre major at USC, i was in a really competitive musical theatre class with jason robert brown.
one day during this class, my mom gave me this french 'glycolic lotion' to help brighten up the dead skin on my wintered face. (im being dramatic. this was LA...i mean what even is winter am i right socal guys) 'yeah yeah mom, i know how to apply lotion duh i got this, thanks!' that night i was so excited to give it a go. literally everything from france is amazing. next stop: brigitte bardot! i applied both the lotion and my optimism liberally, then went to bed. the next morning i was excited to see my fresh and non-dull skin greet me. i looked in the mirror and i literally was 3rd degree burned. turns out lotion does not mean lotion. i called my mom in a panic and pretended everything was normal...'hey mom if i were to try the french lotion you gave me what time allotment would you recommend'...she was like '2 MINS MAX'...omg omg omg i literally have ruined my face...do i need to go to the hospital??
why did i mention jasons class way up there? bc. also that day i had to perform in his class that day which is tough with or without self-inflicted third degree burns. like really tough. you dont wanna blow it in front of JRB.
fast forward a bit, i sang (i think it was that one song from hair, "easy to be hard" or something...not my fave or my best)...it went ok but somewhere during my go, i casually ended up having an existential crisis so bad that jrb kindly recommended we take a walk after class to help me talk it through. ('what is performing', 'what do i want to do with my life', 'who am i'....etc.) keep in mind that i had literally blisters all over my face that are highlighted by a well-meaning concealer attempt by moi (AM I FRENCH YET) that just acted as a huge highlighter to draw to eye to the contrasting red blisters inside the white rings. so while on the walk, i was trying to really connect and open up i was simultaneously trying to hide my face...it was hard to do either fully so i just landed in the middle as a big old wierdo. it was sort of the feeling like when you are at a great dinner party and really want to settle in to eat this amazing meal with great convo but your dog has diarrhea back home so you have to keep checking the dog cam on your phone in the other room therefore you cant really focus on participating fully in either task in front of you. that literally has never happened to me but its the first thing that popped into my head and basically moral of the story was that it SUCKED. i think that was the first time i have had FOMO WHILE actually being there...
anyway i went to portugal this month and it was literally paradise and here are photos from my time there.
additionally, I was in the algarve and here are my top tips if you go:
loule saturday market, lagos fish market before 1pm to get your fish for the day (robalo!!) so you can cook at home (baked robalo/sea bass with garlic + parsley and mashed sweet potatoes (doce batatas) and then fresh gambas or camarones for a whole wheat linguine w white wine sauce...these were some of our fave items du jour), praia do camilo in the am, burgau in general, and then warm/fresh pastel de nata from a little pasteleria in salema (before 10am)! (plus so much more...literally portugal is incredible.)
my thought of the week is: the body follows the head.