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My imaginary/ real but delusional relationship with a spaniard has become slightly more legitamate. Exchanging of word like I will see you in Spain and your mine no matter what happens over the next few months in austrailia/ thiland. It's all so disgustingly romantic and exciting, it's like out of some romance novel I think, or a dream. All I know is it's all I can think about which is bizarre considering how much is going on. My head is spinning with movie references. Today I went out to a beautiful stream and stripped down to my underwear with two of my best friends and forged the river. We walked through the water until our feet bleed, and then we found the most amazing natural jacuzzi. After leaving the river we discovered that we were covered in leeches, which didn't matter in the slightest. Who even knew what a leech looked like until today, which I must say they aren't as scary as they sound. We ate at this romantic little organic vegan pasta place and just enjoyed each others company. Every summer just seems to get more amazing. I find my lungs gasping for time.