DAY 209: La drama sigue...

So the drama continues...

As mentioned the other day, Marta left and everyone was shocked. Yesterday then, Mabel pulled me to the side and just started crying into my arms. Apparently Marta had bad-mouthed her in a 3 page essay to Human Resourses when she left, telling them that she was a terrible boss and horrible to her and a lot more. She had told our big boss, Marta Colomina, that Mabel badmouthed her all the time and was trying to get her job, and then she told some of Mabel´s closest friends at work that Mabel was fake and wasn´t the person everyone thought she was. I was completely shocked. As everyone should know by now, I love Mabel. To me, she has been a great boss - she is friendly and supportive and clear and very professional in her manner with everyone. You can also see just how much she gets on with everyone throughout the office. I was aware that there maybe was a bitchy vibe in our team of 8 women with some of the girls, as Marta didn´t really get on with them that well, however, it´s not something that I have ever experienced with them and I haven´t witnessed anything outright horrible, especially from Mabel. We all sit together and I have not once witnessed a horrible attitude from Mabel towards Marta. Because of this, now Human Resources are looking into it all and scanning emails exchanged between Mabel and Marta and other people to see if there is any written evidence and we are all getting questioned on how Mabel is as a boss. Meanwhile....Marta was messaging me telling me not to believe anything I hear from Mabel. Christ. 

Since all that, there has been sooooo so much bitching in the office and I came home shocked that 30 year old women were acting this way. Not impressed. However, it is quite interesting and dramatic. There´s also this thing going about that Marta has had another job for about 2 months and when she was off ill before Easter she was actually working there. No notice given to anyone at our company or anything. Crikey.

Today, the bitchiness seems to have died down, but the story of today was a false fire drill where all the lifts stopped working. We were told after 40 minutes waiting outside in the cold, and wind which was basically just smelled of people smoking, because I´m not kidding, EVERYONE seems to smoke in Spain, that we would have to take the stairs back up to our floor. Now, we work in a tower with 50 floors and mine is number 47 so I wasn´t best pleased with this seeing how unfit I am. Luckily, LUCKILY, the lifts started working again, so now I am back to being the fat ass that I always am!

Noelia, the newish girl, who I wasn´t too keen on before, has also started being nicer to me. I think it´s because she has just started this new project with Alumni that I usually work on with Marta and so I have to teach her everything. She said to me today "Sarah what am I going to do when you leave?! I can´t do this without you!" Well well well look at that....I´m very pleased indeed. Everyone is going to miss the slaw :P

DAY 208: Vuelvo a Madrid

Back in Madrid and it´s raining....it was sunnier in Edinburgh!

So it´s actually been a fairly dramatic week at work. Marta, one of the girls on my team, appeared on Tuesday 2 hours late in her jeans and suddenly announced she had quit PwC (as of that day). She didn´t give any reasons for it and hadn´t informed the boss or human resources or anyone, she literally just gave no notice and said she had just come in to collect her stuff. Now, I´ve known for a while that she never really got on with the other girls on the team, but was shocked that as she walked away, no one even hugged her goodbye. Confused and assuming I hadn´t understood the Spanish correctly, I went after Marta to ask what was happening and she just repeated that she was leaving and that she would be back at 1pm to tell the boss and that then she would explain to me. About half an hour later, Mabel came in, unaware of this news and her reaction was literally "well Marta is fucked up in the head"....really a bit harsh Mabel...don´t really like that, love. Anyway, Marta didn´t return and so I messaged her to ask what was up. About 6 hours later she replied "I am moving on to a better life and my despedida (farewell party) is on Thursday. I hope to see you there". In addition to this, she didn´t invite anyone else in the department. I´ve always thought that some of the girls at work could be a bit bitchy, but since then it´s really been taken to an extreme...bitch bitch bitch bitch.

So that was that and I felt I bit bad that just that morning I was considering leaving the job slightly early....however, despite my boredom here at work, literally have fuck all to do these days, I think I will now stay on - 6 weeks isn´t long!

It is nice to be back but coming back to an apartment by yourself can be a bit hard and so far this week I´ve not really done much. A lot of tv has been watched and I´ve been crying away at both Made In Chelsea (poor Binky) and Eastenders....I really am far too emotional :P.

Anyway, this weekend will be fun as my friend Izzy from uni is visiting me, and I´ve got to get my "tourist cap" on.....San Bernebeu.....Retiro Park....The Palace........let´s hope the sun comes out again! Then next weekend, well actually as of Thursday as Spain is giving us yet another holiday, I am off up to the north of Spain with Liz for a wee "break" (yes, both of us already need a break!). As to do it as cheap as possible, we have found a random person on the internet who is driving up there and who we are effectively just going to hop in a car with. Probably not something my mother would approve of but with the two of us I´m sure we´ll be fine!

Hasta luego.

DAY 195: La Semana Santa Viene

So another 4 months down in Madrid and it´s time for my Easter holidays and I´m really looking forward to a relaxing week at home. Spain definitely has had both its fun times and hard times and the whole experience is something I will vividly remember.

If I think about work, I came out here terrified, and speaking Spanish all day every day was so intimidating. Luckily my Spanish has improved a lot but with Mabel speaking to me in English all the time, perhaps I should be better. I think the whole thing when learning a language though is confidence and the more you speak it, even if you do make mistakes, the more you will improve. Anyway, despite her always speaking English to me, I have to thank Mabel for a lot. She´s so kind and has always been so supportive of everything and she is a really fantastic businesswoman. On top of that of course we have the fact that she is bloody gorgeous. I know I´m not a lesbian but I definitely am attracted to her ha. Her boyfriend is a lucky lucky man! The rest of the team are lovely too and Mariangeles is another girl who I ´ve really appreciated here. She sits opposite me and we chat all the time (this time in Spanish)…mainly about Ryan Gosling! It´s been really nice sitting with her for the past 8 months and despite her being a good 15 years older, she´s really been a friend. We of course have the people I don´t like though, and for people who know me well, the list of people in this world who annoy me is probably far too high! But anyway, first we have Noelia. Noelia came about a month ago and she is an intern like me but a few years older. Anyway, if I´m going to be honest here, she just absolutely loves herself and I can see her judging me every day and she always makes snide wee comments which piss me off. She´s so patronizing as well and thinks I can´t speak Spanish so just doesn´t like talking to me. Almudena is another one, or “Almu” as she gets called, which I don´t know why cracks me up. She´s nice I guess but just very…very.. dull. Finally, we have the German girl, Alex. It´s very much a love-hate relationship. For an 18 year old she is very close-minded and judgemental and comes across quite rude, but at the same time I do go for coffee breaks with her a lot and today we got on ok so I haven´t closed my opinion completely on her yet. I think she´s just complicated to understand, plus I guess we are just very different people. Anyway, enough of that bitching and back to work – sometimes boring, sometimes difficult and sometimes enjoyable – the matter of the fact is though that it has been a very good and possibly rewarding experience for me.

When I come back after Easter I will hardly have anytime left here and I know I´m going to miss the friends I´ve made out here a lot. I don´t really socialize outside of my work with my colleagues but of course I will miss them too.  If I´m honest we have probably had too many nights out of drinking far too much, doing silly things, kissing boys and munching on McDonalds but that is part of what the year abroad is about, in my opinion (that´s coming from the view of clearly a drunken mess). And of course we have had fun travelling…..Valencia….Lisbon….Toledo….Salamanca… - I literally just want to travel all the time now!

It also took me a while to embrace the Spanish culture. First of all…they eat so bloody much! I still don´t understand how most of them stay so thin – I swear they are eating at every moment of the day whether it be a “snack” (although to me a sandwich is not a snack?) or a big 3 course meal…with of course lots of bread and litres and litres and litres of olive oil. Olive oil is literally put into every single food they have here. You see people buying 5 litre bottles of it in supermarkets and that’s just to get them through the week! I for one am looking like a plump pudding. In addition to that, it took me a while to get used to them eating so late. I have lunch at 3/3.30pm every day and I´ve been out for dinner with friends at midnight, which isn´t even unusual! Spanish timetabling is something else as well…it´s so relaxed and mightily inefficient – the amount of times I have complained about at it this year has led me to write my assessed university essay on the year abroad this year about it. We also have the culture of the men, the very pervy, very sleazy, very sexist men. In clubs they want to grab you at any chance they get, so much so that two of my girl friends have ended up punching men in the face, and I´ve left the club fuming ranting my traditional “I hate men” speech. In the streets they yell at you and ask you to sleep with them and the sad thing is, that you just kind of have to get used to it!

However, as much as I do complain about things though, and I do like to complain, Madrid is a great city. The madrileños are incredibly friendly and welcoming people and the city is beautiful and always thriving. It feels like a city that never sleeps and everything is also all so cheap (apart from make-up…almost every British girl I know here really misses Boots). I can´t really complain about the weather here either – blue skies and well today, its 27 degrees. Of course I am sunburnt, and of course the Spanish are still going round in their unfashionable polo-necks!

Anyway that´s me off for just over a week. A nice big lunch with Sanderson after work today to celebrate and then Newcastle tomorrow followed by HOME. Here´s to my final stint in Madrid after Easter!! Not much longer to go!!!

DAY 177: Lisboa

Having booked it back in January because of the cheap flights, off I went to Lisbon this weekend, and I loved it - what a great city. I couldn´t quite get over that it was a capital because it really did seem like a small old town and it was notably different to Madrid, and Spain in general. All the houses were either painted white or bright colours like pink, green, yellow or blue and each roof was bright orange or "terracota". It was also very cobbly with lots of hills (almost like Edinburgh!) and there were little trams about everywhere (unlike Edinburgh! . don´t get me started). Unfortunately when we arrived it was raining and not too warm so our first stop was of course lunch. Maybe a stupid decision but we actually went for pizza instead of typical Portuguese food and mine had banana on it, which although doesn´t sound too good, was amaaazzing. A bottle of wine was also consumed (and we had started drinking on the plane at 10am that morning ;) ). After lunch, we did a lot of walking around and by this point I had already decided how great I thought the city was.

Our hostel was called "Home" and it was pretty cool, all decorated like a house with a sitting room, dining room and "study", and the people who worked there were fun and friendly. They also offer you a welcome drink which is a sort of cherry liquor in a shot glass, which Sarah and I made the mistake of downing straight away, when as we discovered afterwards, you are meant to sip on it. Oops.  However, they did mess up our room allocation so the second night we had to sleep in the office. We didn´t go out the first night because I was basically dying from a number of coughing fits, not helped by the fact that after each fit I would go out for a cigarette, so we just chilled in our hostel room which was a four-bed dorm. The other guy in our room was a weird older English guy. He had set his alarm for 5.30am and didn´t wake up which meant there was a good hour of me getting angry until we decided it was time to wake him up. One of the hostel workers had also come in to wake him up, saying that he had a flight to catch, but he didn´t really move. Anyway, after a bit of shoving and "excuse me...excuse me" he sat up and laughed and just goes "Hey! How are you doing?"...freak. We asked him if he had a flight to catch, because of what we had heard from the hostel worker, and he said that it wasn´t until 10am. Strange. So then we asked him to turn his alarm off for a while if he wasn´t getting up. He went back to sleep. The alarm went off again. The fiasco continued for another half an hour. We also think he missed his flight as we were pretty sure he was with the "rowdy" group of annoying older bald men who had been in Lisbon for the Tottenham match and we had heard them leaving early on, chanting away Tottenham songs and generally being a "disturbance".

It ended up being a good thing that we didn´t go out though as it meant we weren´t hungover for the walking tour we had signed up for the next morning. Our tour guide, Hugo, was really cool and relaxed and I found it all pretty interesting, and again, beautiful. Luckily it wasn´t raining that day but it was still fairly "chilly". Anyway one of the things that I geekily found interesting was that Harry Potter actually has Portuguese influences. JK Rowling apparently taught English in Lisbon for a while and used certain aspects for inspiration. For example, school kids in Lisbon literally go around in black uniforms with black capes, we saw a few, and they literally looked like they attended Hogwarts! The character "Salazar Slytherin" was also taken from an evil Portuguese dictator called "Salazar".

The tour ended around late-lunchtime and by this time we seemed to have acquired two followers - Sim and Claire. We had met Sim the day before and she was nice and everything but didn´t have much chat. She was Lithuanian and looked like a sort of punk-hippy and I was probably a bit of a bitch making impressions of her voice later on. The other girl Claire, was Australian but lived in London and yeah, she had noooo chat. I mean she was DULL. Anyway after the tour they overheard we were going to find lunch somewhere so decided they would "tag along". After not long we realised that we didn´t really want to have lunch with them and so lied to them saying that I had to go back to the hostel to take medication for my cough. Lies! Anyway, it didn´t work because they then, being all nice and all, decided they would accompany me and wait. We weren´t even talking to them the whole journey back, we really didn´t understand why they wanted to hang around with us so much...even though we are, lets be honest, brilliant. We got back to the hostel and I said that I actually wanted to chill for a bit so we scuttled off to our room and waited about 20 minutes, hoping that they would leave. Of course they hadn´t though, and there they were waiting for us at the bar in reception. Great. So we went out with them before saying that we weren´t actually hungry and that they should go and eat if they were. Thank fuck. We got rid of them. That was a good hour and a half wasted. I don´t think we are very nice people...

We decided to stay in the hostel for dinner on Saturday night because we had heard good things about it. It was called "Mamma´s dinner" and "Mamma" was the old Portuguese woman who owned the hotel and she cooked a lovely three course meal of traditional Portuguese food for all of us. At the end, everyone was poured a shot glass of port and a toast was made to Mamma, how cute. (We didn´t down this one..) By this point, we had made other "friends", including another Australian girl called Abbie. Abbie was cool and I´m not going to lie, I think I fancied her a bit. We also got on like a "house on fire" as they say and we all went out on the hostel´s pub crawl together. The pub crawl had good intentions. The first bar was completely free for an hour, and we abused this by getting quite a few vodka lemonades, depsite the crowd. However, it wasn´t quite hitting us and the drinks were definitely not as strong as in Spain. I liked the atmosphere though because there seemed to be "no rules"...everyone could smoke inside and the streets were filled with people drinking outside. It was all pretty casual, so I felt a bit sorry for the American girls in the group who had come very dressed up. However, we later discovered that was in fact for the mission they were on of I think probably fucking a guy every night of their travels throughout Europe. They definitely got a lot of attention anyway, especially the girl we just called "legs" because her pins were so beautiful and long. The second bar was shit and we didn´t even get a drink because the bar was so crowded. We then contemplated going home but thought we should experience more of the nightlife so went on to the club. Again, we didn´t drink because it was about 10 euros for a test-tub-sized mixer, so we just decided to dance. I loved the dancing because it was all the early "noughties" hits like Flo Rida, Black Eyed Peas and Usher and despite the cock fest that was going on, literally there were about 3 other girls in the club, we had fun. I´m not saying being surrounded by guys is a bad thing, in fact most of them were pretty fit, but of course being European, the sleaziness took over and I wasn´t such a fan of someone brushing his cock up against me from behind. 

Hungover the next morning with about 2 and half hours sleep, disappointing considering the night we had, we decided to just chill until we needed to leave for out flight. To be fair, I guess we had drunk quite a lot throughout the day and we abused happy hour slightly, drinking fish-bowl-sized glasses of wine for 1 euro. We talked to Abbie for a good two hours about her travels through Europe and the time seemed to pass. I was quite sad leaving, especially coming to work this morning, but oh well...will be travelling in the summer so I´m looking forward to that. 

DAY 169: Las Fallas

We had done a wee project translation thing on Las Fallas in Valencia at university last year and so I was really excited that I had booked tickets to go this weekend, even if it was just for 24 hours. Sophie, Mei and I hopped on the bus with the "tour group" who we had gone to Salamanca with and were buzzing for the oncoming antics. Jorge, the group later, the one that we all thought was very lovely looking in Salamanca, was there aannnd he remembered my name - what a cutie (girly scream). Unfortunately though, and just my luck, Mei had already got with him on one of the other trips to Cádiz during Carnaval a couple of weeks ago so he was firmly in her eyes only.

Anyway off we went, riding at the back of the bus (coz we all rebelious n shit) with a group of oh so annoying American boys. I mean seriously, they were those kind of people who thought they were THE shit, pumping their "g" beats loudly and bashing their beer bottles about. I might not have minded so much if they were British, as anti-American as that sounds, but their voices saying "this is fucking awesome bro" all the time was just bloody annoying. On top of that, they blatently thought they were hot, and no, they were not even average-looking, they were ugly. Anyway, I´ll stop my bitching. We stopped off halfway along the journey so that everyone could pee and I decided at this point I would get on board with the drinking and bought myself a beer. Sophie was like "ooh Sarah you´re such a lad" and I was like "I´ve been twiddling my hair listening to Cheryl Cole on my ipod for an hour...think that makes me very far from it". 

We arrived in Valencia, late of course, and the choice of the group was to either do your own thing or carry on the bus to the beach. We went to the beach. Mei wipped off her clothes off into her bikini, much to Jorge´s satisfaction, and we sat there drinking and playing games until the early evening. 

Feeling slightly pissed, we got on the bus back to the centre and felt that food was in order, and so where else did we go, but Subway. Not my first choice, I´m quite a sucker for sitting down in a nice restaurant whilst we sip on vino and eat leisurely, but Subway was fine and I had my first ever foot-long. The rest of the night mainly just entailed more alcohol consumption around the streets, plazas and gardens of Valencia, which by the way, seemed like a completely different city to two weeks ago. There were so many people there, every single one of those people was drunk and every single bar, club and restaurant was open, filling to the brims. There were even queues in the corner shops as everyone went in to buy their alcohol for the big "botellón" (the Spanish word for a drinking party on the street). 

I met a lot of people on this trip, which I always like doing. First, we have Rachel from the West Country, lovely girl who I bonded with over going to the toilet together. (Us girls always like doing that for some reason). As we ran along from the bridge where we were watching the fireworks to the restaurant which we had decided was the "designated peeing area" the owner of the restaurant stopped us and told us we needed to buy a drink this time or otherwise we couldn´t use the toilet. We obliged and each bought a big glass of red wine, obviously not needed, and got into a deep drunken chat about love, heartbreak and boyfriends. We arrived back at the bridge half an hour later being like "I love this girl" whilst everyone wondered what on earth we had been doing in the toilet for so long. Another group of memorable people I met were the Mexican girls. They were so friendly and so funny and when I told them I was from Scotland they got way too excited. Turns out that they, all from Cancun, are going to Scotland for "spring break". Not going to lie, I´m slightly confused, a group of girls going to Scotland for a wild week of partying instead of their hometown which is probably the main hotspot for "spring break" in the world, but oh well each to their own. I just hope they understand that the trip might just not be as wild and that parties on the beach in their bikinis are likely to be much less fun along the Scottish coastline. Finally, there were the other two American boys, Jake and...Cooper..Wow Cooper was drunk and I took this opportunity to tell him that this Polish guy called Tom, who was with us that night, was my twin brother, I had had a baby when I was 13 and that I was married to a guy called Abdul who was back in Edinburgh looking after my child. Cooper belived all of this and I had the time of my life telling him.

Al in all, I have to say Las Fallas wasn´t what I expected. I wanted to go because it is a big festival in Spain and I wanted to see the big statues and bonfires around the town get set alight. I actually wanted, for a change, to be a bit more "cultural". However, all the trip was a straight 24 hours or so of drinking. Fun, but could have done it in Madrid to be honest. My voice is dying today and I am looking forward to this afternoon´s siesta. 

DAY 166: Me duele el pie

I love Mabel. If she knew how much I went on about her, she would find it creepy, but I do. She is so cool. And being the wee babe that she is, she recommended her hairdresser to me who says they will do it cheaper for me just because I´m her "friend". Oh Mabel you wee babe. And I´m going to get my hair done like hers haha.

I don´t think she was too impressed with me yesterday though as I arrived into work 45 minutes late, still drunk from the night before. I´m guessing it was pretty obvious anyway. After going out for dinner with a few friends, Lucy, Andrew and I decided to go to a foam party at Pacha. Knowing before I went in that this wasn´t going to be a good idea and that I needed to remember to go home early, I ended up (of course) getting drunk and (of course) getting absolutely soaked in the foam. You could have gone swimming in that club it was so foamy, and it was so bloody dirty as well with everyone grinding on each other all wet. I had done my hair all nicely before I went out as well, all curled, which I never do, but of course I came out of the club (at 4.40am) looking like a drowned rat. Anyway, I don´t get how this happens, but I must just go into a serious deep sleep after drinking, but I (of course) missed all my alarms and woke up, luckily, at 8.50am - ten minutes before work! Now being in Spain and all, it is quite the norm for employees to arrive late, getting in for 9.30 am when you are meant to arrive at 9 always goes unnoticed. However, 9.45am, the time at which I arrived, was pushing it a little and Mabel give me a bit of a mean look. I was definitely still drunk as well, giggling away to myself and dropping things, and then the hangover hit me later on in the day, once I had left.

So I´ve fucked up my foot a little, all of you lucky enough to receive my snapchats will know this. It´s pussy and bloody on the top, with a massive blister on the bottom, and it is slightly sprained. And yes, this is all from Wednesday night. And no, I do not know how I did it. Anyway, I am literally hobbling along in pain at the moment and wore 3 socks today to work, making me foot look ever so fat. Don´t know how I´m going to cope tomorrow though as I´m off to Valencia again, and seeing as it´s a day trip, there will probably be a lot of walking.

But yes, Valencia tomorrow for "Las Fallas", a Spanish festival involving setting things alight, parades and dressing up. Just like we did in Salamanca, we are getting on the bus at 10am in Madrid and leaving Valencia at 4am Sunday morning. Sunday will be a sleep day. 

DAY 155: Valencia

So after deciding to go on a very spontaneous holiday to Valencia for the weekend, we booked a car, booked a hostel and I faked tanned til my skin was orange - bring on the sun! I met Andrew and his flatmate, Margarida, along with two Greek people I didn't know and we headed to the car rental place, carrying bags of clothes, food and alcohol. On our way there we came across a traffic jam literally caused by a couple who had decided to stop in the middle of the road, put on their hazard lights and make out passionately in the front of the car, not even joking...they must be some seriously horny people.

As we started on our journey, Andrew wapped out this massive tank of mojito he had made along with plastic coffee cups with lids (sensible so that they don't spill in the car) and straws - perfection. We had probably passed about 15 minutes before I was on my third, much to the Greeks disbelief. You could see their faces wondering who these drunken Scottish people were. The car journey took a few hours, with me being the "dj" plugging in my ipod to the car, much to everyone's satisfaction I'm sure. Andrew and I got progressively more pissed as the others stayed sober and kept asking to stop the car so that we could both pee and smoke, such great people to travel with! We eventually arrived in Valencia at about 2am, where we had now missed check in and had to wait outside for someone to come and open up. Andrew and I were so desperate to go out at this point that we considered just changing and sleeping in the car, but then the fitty hostel man (who we couldn't work out how he was fit - he was bald) arrived and all was dandy. The Greeks and Magarida weren't too keen on going out, so Andrew and I abandoned them and hailed a cab of the main road. We just asked him to take us to a good and popular club and he was very wise with his selection as it was freaking awesome. 

Part of the club was open air and then inside was all white with fit girls in sequined swimsuits dancing on podiums. We danced away, picking up masks as we went (it's the weekend of the Brazilian festival Carnaval) and drank more and more until the early hours, with perhaps a tactical chunder in between. Leaving the club at 6.30am, we unsuccessfully tried to google map our hostel and ended up walking for a good hour (although I must admit that part of that journey I was actually getting Andrew to push in me a shopping trolley we had found on the street). We got home at 8am, when it was already daylight, and crashed until about 12pm, trying not to wake the others up.

So of course the next morning (or afternoon, whatever) Andrew and I were in desperate need of food, so after watching the Carnaval fireworks in the main square, all of us went for a big lunch of paella and just a splash of beer. It was pretty evident to Andrew and me though that the Greeks were more interested in doing the cultural stuff, whilst Andrew and I just wanted to die. So we went our separate ways for a few hours, doing a bit of walking, a bit of mask shopping and ending up of course in an Irish pub. The beer there was rancid, but determined to get drunk again, we forced ourselves with a couple of pints, before finding ourselves sleepy and needing to go back to the hostel for a siesta. I didn't actually sleep, which was a bit shitty as later in the night I just could not hack anything. My belly was bloated and we were literally walking round the bars in Valencia with masks on and what I felt like a pregnant stomach. We did meet up with the Greeks and Margarida at this point, but it was clear by now that our conversations just didn't "flow". As we all arrived back at the hostel the Greeks were going on about this ancient Roman town they wanted to see as we left Valencia. Obviously, being the uncultural messes we are, Andrew and I were not pleased with this, so we suggested they got up at about 9 and went and did it and then we would all go the beach at lunchtime before our long journey back to Madrid. They agreed to this...

Well....the next morning we woke up at 10am and everyone was still in bed. Check out was at 11am and the Greeks (like they had been all weekend) were so slow at getting themselves out. As we eventually got into the car, Theo, the guy, said he would google map the beach, we didn't have time now to go to the Roman town - thank God. Well, the sly little fucker that he was gooogle mapped the Roman town instead of the beach and so took us the wrong way. How cheeky. We were passing a sign at a roundabout for the beach when Margarida said "Theo are sure it's not that way?" At this point Theo said, "See I would quite like to go to the Roman town so thats where I've been giving directions to." I was not impressed. I could feel my inner bitch coming out. "We agreed we would all go to the beach though because of the time" I said, and you could see Theo's face just bubbling with anger. I would not back down though, I was being a right dick to him and I didn't even care - it was sunny, I was tired and hangover and I never get to go to the beach. "But is there something special at the beach?" Antonia, the Greek girl asked and I was just like, err don't get all cultural and intelligent with me missy...(I didn't actually say that.) ANYWAY, what happened was we split up, the Greeks went to the Roman thing and the three of us went to the beach and it was sooo much fun and so nice and hot. We then pied out on tapas and ice cream, chilled in the sunshine and then headed back to meet them (and they were late - of course).

The journey home was dull, and after just 15 minutes of my music (even though I refrained from playing One Direction and Cheryl Cole) Theo abruptly asked if we could switch to his ipod. Eurgh. Now judging on appearances I was pretty sure we would be listening to some sort of heavy rock, Theo is long haired and pierced, he then proceeded to play song after song of Greek Eurovision songs! Wtf. Come on, a bit of Miley Cyrus and Will.i.am is better than that shit, no? He was bopping away and so was Antonia, so Andrew and I bitchyly put in our headphones. The journey ended with Margarida's music.

Anyway all in all it was a fantastic weekend. I now feel dead and disgusting and have some how hurt my leg and I think I have broken my toe. Oops!