El Blog d'España (part two)

Hola!

I am starting to get the hang of all these hills. The trick is to combine more than one activity at the same time, so when I go down to do the washing up, I take a towel and have a shower at the same time etc. I am going on to the pool after this so I am sitting here blogging in my brand new bikini. I finally got tired of feeling overdressed in my modest swimsuit so I have conformed to peer pressure and bought myself my very own itsy bitsy teeny weeny green marble effect bikini. It consists of four triangles of material cunningly attached to each other with bits of string and yet I am still wearing more than most of the Spanish girls. Most of them seem to be so poor that they can only afford three triangles. I now plan to wear my bikini almost constantly and use it to lure in all the cute Spanish boys with! (Only joking, Richard, I haven't looked at a single Spanish boy since I arrived, I couldn't even if I wanted to; my sunglasses are so dark that I can't see anything more than a foot away).

I have been meeting some French boys though. Last night and the night before we have all gone down to the beach and hung out with some French boys who seems to spend their entire lives sitting on the beach, blazing (hence Hannah's cunning nickname for them, the Blazin' Squad). I have been acting as translator due to my GCSE French, but it's amazing how much of a language comes back to you once you start to speak it! I could understand almost everything they said, and communicate with them pretty well. Apparently, once you stop learning a language, you forget 90% of it within the first couple of months, but the rest of it will stay with you for up to 30 years. We're not going back tonight though, we ran out of things to say.

Everyone else went to a restaurant for dinner last night, unfortunately I could not as the only vegetarian things on the menu were the salad and the bread. Yummy. Last night was fun though. Sarah and I stayed up talking about various people and situations until gone 2am. It's ages since we've been able to have a good ol' chinwag so it was really nice.

Hannah and Theo entertained me yesterday by trying to teach me the Essex lingo. I've been picking it up quite well. Here is my holiday is Essex speak:

Wot goanye? I is bin coching an linking wit ma links so as to not get banged by scary little English kids. Tis bate all nang.

I considered attempting to teach them what I knew of 1337 but decided against it. I do have some sort of cool facade to maintain.

Anyway, why was Michelle evicted? I couldn't believe it when I found out, I thought she was really popular! Did she suddenly become horrible after I left? Why wasn't Jason evicted? These are important questions that need to be addressed. Answers in the comments please.

My mother, noticing that I was clearly pining for something, found a picture of Boris Johnson in her paper and cut it out and placed it on my pillow. But now Richard has come online so I must depart.

Adieu