I’ve spent the last two weeks answering the same question, “How was your trip!?”
And while I usually consider myself an articulate person, my reply to this question has been, without fail, some version of the word vomit below:
“Hi! Thank you! It was super fun and really cool and different, and everything is shiny and luxurious and there are Bentleys everywhere and when you go to the mall a man in a top hat opens the door and serves you coffee and a date. I loved it, I loved everything about it. Alas, I could have been an Emirate princess and now I’m just another girl answering emails. *heavy sigh*”
I mean really, is it too much to ask for me to find a beautiful Middle Eastern Prince to marry?
Then inevitably leave him two years later, taking our pretty little blonde Arabic speaking children, my fine China, and half of everything he owns?
I’m just kidding.
He can keep the fine China.
I digress, back to my trip. Dubai is basically Vegas on steroids- high-tech, luxurious, futuristic and blinged out.
Often, people write it off as a “fake city,” and I had a few folks tell me that they didn’t like it there. I understand that it’s polarizing in that it’s all very superficial- Dubai doesn’t have much culture or history, and malls are one of the main attractions the city has to offer. However, the beauty of traveling the world is finding something to love in every place you go.
My advice to anyone hoping to visit, is to live a little- bask in the luxury and INDULGE.
I spent my evenings in Dubai being wined and dined with fine champagne and lobster poutine, exploring swanky bars and clubs, sipping 24K gold cappuccinos (I don’t recommend them though, the gold flakes get caught in the back of your throat and it’s really unpleasant actually) and giving myself full permission to have all the lovely things.
That’s what credit cards are for, amirite?
In fact, I stayed an extra day after my father left and treated myself to a day at the Versace Palace Hotel in Dubai, one of the most opulent places I have ever stayed. My room was complete with a white marbled bathroom, baby pink silk sheets and accent chairs, and a balcony overlooking the marina.
It was a Barbie dream house. Or shall I say, a Pauline dream house.
For a girl who has no problem crashing in a shack in Nepal or a hostel in Cairns, I really do love my luxury hotels.
All in all, I know that the UAE hasn’t seen the last of me- in fact, I can see myself moving there for a short stint in the Middle East. I think the glamour of Dubai suits me well.
But for now...khallas.
Hey Pauline! Hey… Loved following your last trip… I think you’re doing a super job telling your cool travel stories👏👍💥 So… In my crazy parallel universe… I’ve been working with this amazing editor… He literally edited a Hemingway novel… So it’s super intimidating working with him however it’s really helping my writing. His name is Tom Jenks. Anyway I’m doing this really awesome writing workshop in January and I had to submit the first 20 pages of my rewritten manuscript for “above Portofino”. Anyway if you’re interested I’d love to share it with you … And I would absolutely love any feedback you have as a fellow writer and as a travel blogger.
Keep traveling, keep writing and keep loving life! Rob
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Thank you Rob! ABSOLUTELY WOULD LOVE TO! send send send!
Hhmmmm, the gold scratches the throat 😂😂😂 Love 💕 you my Pauline and as always, enjoying your tongue in cheek Barbie girl. This from one that knows you though as nails. Keep em coming. Baja out.