Spain
Well, I'm back now. And it was awesome. And I can't be bothered to write all about it, so here's a partial list of everything we did, in no order:
-Attended our first ever 4th of July party
-Lived on Pringles and Ritter Sport for 3 days
-Caught some waves with the Californians
-Went bar crawling in Santander, including to the Peter Pan bar which sells "Sex on the Peter" cocktails
-Got free drinks on ladies night
-Studied at a Spanish university
-Got sunburnt for the second time in my life
-Met the focas
-Smoked marijuana on a crowded beach
-Pierced my nose
-Got pissed on the beach late at night
-Went to a horse show
-Discovered the joys of Spanish Mary Kate and Ashley
-Saw the new Harry Potter in Spanish
-And understood it
-Got stranded in the shopping centre at 1 in the morning and no taxis
-Got terribly lost, well, a lot
-Avoided bumping into Rocio or any of the Spanish exchanges at all
-Translated the first page of Catcher in the Rye into Spanish
-Discovered the joys of sicko 19!
-Learnt how to roll my own cigarettes (badly)
-Met someone who was nearly called Nep Tune
-Bought a Prince Charles postcard from glorious Britannia
-Got through the whole thing sin hiccups!
Among other wonderful things which I can't remember, I'm sure. And here are some wonderful stereotyped people we met:
-Our two personal Californian surfers, who taught us how to ride waves
-The German stoner dude, who could say nothing except about how he was "soooo stooooned, dude" - which sounds hilarious in a German/USA accent
-Camp and overenthusiastic Finnish dude
-Warwick Uni student who owns his own horses and goes fox hunting but sadly isn't in the same regiment as Prince Harry
And ahhh, I can't remember most of what happened right now, but twas brilliant. I feel so very Spanish.
-Attended our first ever 4th of July party
-Lived on Pringles and Ritter Sport for 3 days
-Caught some waves with the Californians
-Went bar crawling in Santander, including to the Peter Pan bar which sells "Sex on the Peter" cocktails
-Got free drinks on ladies night
-Studied at a Spanish university
-Got sunburnt for the second time in my life
-Met the focas
-Smoked marijuana on a crowded beach
-Pierced my nose
-Got pissed on the beach late at night
-Went to a horse show
-Discovered the joys of Spanish Mary Kate and Ashley
-Saw the new Harry Potter in Spanish
-And understood it
-Got stranded in the shopping centre at 1 in the morning and no taxis
-Got terribly lost, well, a lot
-Avoided bumping into Rocio or any of the Spanish exchanges at all
-Translated the first page of Catcher in the Rye into Spanish
-Discovered the joys of sicko 19!
-Learnt how to roll my own cigarettes (badly)
-Met someone who was nearly called Nep Tune
-Bought a Prince Charles postcard from glorious Britannia
-Got through the whole thing sin hiccups!
Among other wonderful things which I can't remember, I'm sure. And here are some wonderful stereotyped people we met:
-Our two personal Californian surfers, who taught us how to ride waves
-The German stoner dude, who could say nothing except about how he was "soooo stooooned, dude" - which sounds hilarious in a German/USA accent
-Camp and overenthusiastic Finnish dude
-Warwick Uni student who owns his own horses and goes fox hunting but sadly isn't in the same regiment as Prince Harry
And ahhh, I can't remember most of what happened right now, but twas brilliant. I feel so very Spanish.