Mom didn’t want me to write you about this killer vacay that we took without you because you are stuck at a summer camp in the middle of nowhere, America, while we are in posh Marbella, Spain with 58 of our closest friends.
She probably didn’t want me writing you because you are squeezed into a tee-ninesy cabin with a gazillion other girls, even more mosquitos, and no air conditioning, while Mom and I booked over half of the Hotel Villa Padierna Marbella for our sizeable entourage.
While you burn s’mores over a crappy, ash-laden homemade campfire, I am being served sumptuous churros on the veranda.
So what have you been up to? Learning the side-stroke in an algae-infested, murky lake? Oh, that reminds me, tomorrow, I am ditching Mom and checking out every single one of the 8 pools at this joint.
After a long day lounging by the poolS, I will retire to my gorgeous bedroom suite, complete with huge french doors, gauzey drapes, and sheets with a thread count higher than you will ever feel.
Anyway, I gotta run and catch up with my best friends and their moms for a five-star tapas dinner al fresco.
Oh, and in case you were wondering which one of us is Mom’s favorite? You don’t have to wonder anymore, do you? SUCKER!
Sending love and bug spray,
your rock star little sis,