ONE DAY (WEEK) MORE

Only people who have seen Les Miserables will understand the title, it’s just me being my hilarious self as usual.

Saturday marks one week until I fly home. I thought I’d be really upset to leave and although I will miss aspects of it, I am looking forward to going home. Especially because I still have a week off work before I head back to the golden arches.

The past week has been so-so.

One day last week (can’t remember which one) we went to the library because the girls have to read over summer. I ended up getting a library card too, I got evils from the woman working - yes my details say I was born in Germany, have an English passport and I now supposedly live in Torredembarra...who cares - give me my library card! Núria chose a book for me she said was easy and a good read, it’s about a haunted crypt or something like that. I’ve read the same page about 5 times, not my type of book really.

On Sunday I went for a walk to the lighthouse with Berta, and when I say walk, I really mean hike. It wasn’t a particularly hard walk but the 30-odd degree heat certainly made it more challenging. The thing I found (this goes for the mountains too) is that although there are hard bits; the views are so stunning it’s worth it. Berta hijacked my camera and got photo happy. Some of them are really good photos though so I don’t mind. On the way back we took a more leisurely approach, got a bottle of water and stopped to sit on a bench every now and then.

I don’t particularly remember week days; they all merge in to one. They’ve been ok this week. On Wednesday the girls had the doctors in Barcelona so I had a free day. I went to the beach, came back to eat, and went back to the beach. It was nice, it’s probably quite sad that I enjoy being on my own but I don’t really care.

I bought a book from the supermarket. It’s called ‘El mundo amarillo’. It’s about a Spanish director/screenwriter who had cancer from the age of 7 to 24 (I think). His book is about things he has learnt from having cancer that makes life better and happier and how anyone with or without the illness can adapt these things to their life. It’s really interesting but also sad. Some of the things are like how we should see a loss as a positive thing (he had his leg amputated and he sees the loss of his leg as positive). I understand it quite easily too which is good. Unfortunately I’m already half way through, when I like a book I have to read it at any spare minute I have. There’s a programme which is based on this book. It’s called ‘Pulseras Rojas’. That’s the Castillian name; it’s actually in Catalan but we watched it dubbed in Castillian. Apparently it’s been translated into loads of other languages too, I wonder if it’ll come to England. We watched 2 episodes the other day. It was fantastic but heartbreaking too. It’s about a group of young adults and teenagers who have different types of cancer or serious illnesses. It made me quite sad actually.  

Following on from dubbing, I need to express my hatred for it. There’s so many English/American programmes that they watch over here, but the dubbed voices are just horrendous. They don’t even sound like real people. Rant over.

Yesterday I got invited out for drinks with some girls from the pool. They’re both around my age and the girls love them to bits. So much so that they were heartbroken/incredibly pissed off that they invited me out. To the extent that Berta pulled her chair away from me at dinner and refused to sit next to me. I considered not going because they really were annoyed, but they are 8 and 12, I don’t think they’re gonna be allowed in a bar. I went and it was so nice to talk to people my age again. We talked about uni, boys, Erasmus, drinks, music – all sorts. They also invited me and Tara to Barcelona this weekend to a music festival called Bona Nit. At first I was really up for it, then I thought about logistics and it’s probably not the best idea. Tara’s coming from Zaragoza, to Barcelona, to Torredembarra on Friday. If we went we’d go to Barcelona on Saturday, back to Torredembarra early Sunday and then she’d have to go back to Barcelona Sunday afternoon to go back to Zaragoza. The tickets are about 40euros too. I’d like to do something different but equally I don’t mind staying and having some drinks. We went to a bar called Tennis last night. Years ago it was a house with a tennis court which the owners offered to the public for free, it was really popular and people were always there. After a game they’d have a drink or two (or three) and in the end the drinks became more popular than the tennis so they scrapped the court and made it all into a bar. It’s really cool; it has a cocktail bar and a swimming pool. When I got back I was just getting to sleep when I heard a roar of thunder, it felt like the storm lasted for hours but I’m not really sure. Anyway, as a result the girls didn’t sleep very well so I’ve been told to let them sleep and wake naturally. So here I am, blogging and I skyped my family which was nice. The weather is pretty crap today, cloudy and slightly rainy. Hopefully it perks up for the weekend.

Tara comes tomorrow; I told her I might cry cos I’m going to be so happy to see her. Only joking, but it’ll be nice to chat about our experiences and finally have someone to put sun cream on my back!