Our last evening in Spain. I was hoping for something special to happen. As we were driving towards Puerto Banus in Marbella I saw something pink and white in my peripheral view. My heart almost stopped! I immediately cried out to my husband: "STOP! It's Paris Hilton!". My husband just scoffed and kept on going. But I was very persistent and convinced him that we needed to get off the highway and follow that lady in pink. He is just the kindest man in the world and since he probably didn't want me bickering about this the rest of the evening he got off the highway and headed back in direction of Miss Hilton. Soon she appeared before my eyes (and those of my husband... he just about crashed into the car in front of us!). "I have to get a picture of THAT!" I yelled excitedly. "I have to put it on my blog!".
So we stared stalking miss Hilton. My husband was kind of worried about driving very slowly next to a celebrity and taking pictures through the window... I know... but how could I not!
As she walked along the side of the road EVERYBODY stopped, pointed, looked, whistled, smiled, laughed or gasped. I was pretty sure this had to be someone special!
As she crossed the intersection two policemen actually stopped all four lanes while they were gawking at her. Two british ladies pointed at me and mouthed: "Get her picture! Get her picture!" I smiled and nodded... Sure I was getting her picture!
Then she turned...
YIKES! IT WAS PARIS HILTON'S GRANDMA!