Home, home again.
Hi.
I'm home and, well, sunstroked. The holiday was really good. Relaxing, interesting, kind of educational (I learnt some Spanish). We were in a predominantly German tourist area of the island, which was good, as it meant no sick in the street and such (apart from when I threw up in front of Palma's Cathederal - I was severely sunstroked.. at least I left my mark.) Also, not many German people smoke, so I was in a smoke free zone, a lot! The beach was great so I spent a lot of the time there & in the sea which was great because it went deep & then shallower! The Med's great! I bought a lilo & everything & wore my sexy bikini.
Palma was nice. The Cathederal and the Castle and the Port and the City wall.. For a while I thought there were NO shops in Palma, then I realised we kept visiting during Siesta time.. silly. We also visited Magaluf, which was like Blackpool, so a bit crap.
I got sunstroke on the last day, woke up at 4am and threw up, went back to bed, woke up at half 7, threw up, went back to bed, hit my head twice, woke up at 9, forced down an apple for breakfast, went to Palma, visited the Arabian Baths (I was dissappointed, there was no longer any baths!), found some very interesting facts about Palma, walked to the Cathederal, threw up outside it, caught the bus back to the hotel, had a drink, fell asleep in the bar, woke up, went outside, felt ill, took lots of pills, went home on the big aeroplaney. Fun.
A good holiday, other than the illness.
I really missed Ben a lot though while I was there. I found myself thinking a lot about what we could do if we holidayed there.. It would be lovely.. Now I need to convince him! And organise his, uh, passport.. We'd have to go at a less hot time though...
Last night I went to see PJ Harvey which was good. I nearly passed out twice & got very disorientated, forgetting where Jess was so never finding my way back. The good thing was that she played 50Ft Queenie, and I was non-delirious during that one. A fella kept looking over at me when I was sitting on the floor to make sure I was okay - I think he was prepared to be my own little rescuer! And a woman came up to me and shouted in my ear if I could see anything, scaring me out of my skin as she did so...
This coming week, I'm working 30 hours at Ladbrokes, however I'm just going to get my transfer cancelled. I don't want to work for them anymore!
And Friday I'm seeing Ben! Yay! And can give him his pressie! And he'll have hopefully got his postcard by then! I'm hoping we can see Terminal & for him to bring his amazingly Simon Pegg autographed DVD with him so I can lick it, or something..
I go to university in TWO weeks. How terrorflying. I should start sorting things out now..! In secret, because Mom might go barmy.. Poor love.
I'm home and, well, sunstroked. The holiday was really good. Relaxing, interesting, kind of educational (I learnt some Spanish). We were in a predominantly German tourist area of the island, which was good, as it meant no sick in the street and such (apart from when I threw up in front of Palma's Cathederal - I was severely sunstroked.. at least I left my mark.) Also, not many German people smoke, so I was in a smoke free zone, a lot! The beach was great so I spent a lot of the time there & in the sea which was great because it went deep & then shallower! The Med's great! I bought a lilo & everything & wore my sexy bikini.
Palma was nice. The Cathederal and the Castle and the Port and the City wall.. For a while I thought there were NO shops in Palma, then I realised we kept visiting during Siesta time.. silly. We also visited Magaluf, which was like Blackpool, so a bit crap.
I got sunstroke on the last day, woke up at 4am and threw up, went back to bed, woke up at half 7, threw up, went back to bed, hit my head twice, woke up at 9, forced down an apple for breakfast, went to Palma, visited the Arabian Baths (I was dissappointed, there was no longer any baths!), found some very interesting facts about Palma, walked to the Cathederal, threw up outside it, caught the bus back to the hotel, had a drink, fell asleep in the bar, woke up, went outside, felt ill, took lots of pills, went home on the big aeroplaney. Fun.
A good holiday, other than the illness.
I really missed Ben a lot though while I was there. I found myself thinking a lot about what we could do if we holidayed there.. It would be lovely.. Now I need to convince him! And organise his, uh, passport.. We'd have to go at a less hot time though...
Last night I went to see PJ Harvey which was good. I nearly passed out twice & got very disorientated, forgetting where Jess was so never finding my way back. The good thing was that she played 50Ft Queenie, and I was non-delirious during that one. A fella kept looking over at me when I was sitting on the floor to make sure I was okay - I think he was prepared to be my own little rescuer! And a woman came up to me and shouted in my ear if I could see anything, scaring me out of my skin as she did so...
This coming week, I'm working 30 hours at Ladbrokes, however I'm just going to get my transfer cancelled. I don't want to work for them anymore!
And Friday I'm seeing Ben! Yay! And can give him his pressie! And he'll have hopefully got his postcard by then! I'm hoping we can see Terminal & for him to bring his amazingly Simon Pegg autographed DVD with him so I can lick it, or something..
I go to university in TWO weeks. How terrorflying. I should start sorting things out now..! In secret, because Mom might go barmy.. Poor love.