Home sweet home.
After three weeks of lolling in the swimming pool and sun (yes! sun!) and putting my [very bad] spanish speaking skills to practice, it feels a little odd to be back in my room, munching and popcorn and typing this wheras a few hours ago I was eating tapas. Lots of tapas. As well as paella, parmier biscuits and warm chorus dipped in lovely cafe con leches. I'm craving them already. I guess I didn't waiste all my time - some of my precious spanish hours were spend going to a midnight fiesta, watching madesgar 2 in spanish in a park and going shopping, well you could call it shopping but the only shops around are ... hmm ... for slightly older people. My lazier days were suplied by countless magazines (i.e. teen vouge, elle, instyle, two issues of look and glamour) as well as Sylvia's Plaths, the bell jar, slightly disturbing but amazing non the less.
The holiday blues have already got to me but not for much longer as its my birthday on sunday!
Yes, my BIRTHDAY!
um heres a few pictures (out of the 70) that I took in spain: