![]() I honest to god can not believe I have been here 2 weeks. I left my house 2 whole weeks ago tonight, on a mare of a journey, thinking I had all the time in the world before it had to be repeated. Alas, all the time in the world arrived far too quickly! I have not overdone it whilst here. I have not drank myself into oblivion much to my Mothers relief, yet I have not been allowed to stay in bed for the duration of the day either. Humph! I have been too hot, too cold and just right. I have smoked less, drank less yet eaten more. I have spent up, not bought enough, yet am over weight with luggage. What is the world coming to? It is safe to say that I am going to have to go on one serious diet when I finally arrive home. Dont get me wrong, I have tried my hardest to not over eat, stuff my face, and in general, not to make too much of a pig out of myself. I have failed on all 3 counts. Bang goes the outfit I was going to wear for Halloween dam it! No such thing as a sexy cat with a stomach hanging out all over the place. But have I had a good time filling my face with crap? Hell yeah! I have eaten pizza and pasta and more pizza and British bread like it has been going out of fashion. Oh dear lord how I miss British bread back in Marmaris. If they could just get one thing right, British bread should be it. I would ask for world peace, however there is more chance of the British bread so I have to go with the statistics. Spain is a grand old place in the summer. I did not visit in the summer though did I. None the less, I have had fun and some memorable experiences... There have been arguments... When we were in Murcia and trying to locate Primark I could have killed myself. My Dad does not follow directions from the Sat Nav, nor the road signs, nor me when I could see Primark plain as day in the distance. This resulted in me having a hissy fit and my Dad almost turning around and heading home. Could you imagine if I had come all this way and not had my Primark fix? There would have been a death in the family... There have also been laughs... My Dad decided that he was going to have 'patiently waiting' inscribed on his tomb stone after waiting an eternity for me and the Mother to get ready for dinners out. One night in particular was on his birthday wouldn't you know it. And to make matters worse, whilst walking through Calpe heading for the restaurant, both of my Dad's shoes just fell to pieces. I mean, its just not normal I tell you! One shoe fair enough, but both? For the love of god! Another laugh we had was tonight over dinner watching my Mum trying to do an impression of a French person. Needless to say a South African trying to impersonate any other country is just ridiculous, and this was no different. If only I had recorded it on my camera... I have not missed home as much as I thought I would. Usually when I come to Spain I really really miss home. This time I think I needed to get the hell out of Marmaris before I drove myself stir crazy. I have missed the dog though. I think I must have irritated my fairy dog sitter Kelsey the minglet to death with my every day messages about what the dog was doing and if he had taken his pills, etc. Bless her, she even took photos of him and posted them to facebook just so I could see that he hadnt keeled over. :) Aside from missing the dog, I have had fun to be sure. What with my Dad's comments of telling my Mum to get her head out of the doughnut bag, my Mums efforts to force feed me, and my full on hissy fits, Spain has been an absolute trip that is coming to a close for this year. I wonder how long it will take me to get back next time? Not too long if Primark has anything to do with it. I can feel a 'Murcia Recruitment' coming along... And if I thought I was in for a quiet time when I get home, I would be sadly mistaken. Firstly, I have a lot of catching up to do on the work front. Secondly, my friend Lotfi is leaving on Monday heading back to Tunisia. We are squeezing in one last X Factor night this Saturday, probably heading down to Bar Street after, with the night ending possibly with me horribly drunk slavering on my own shoulder. I dont intend the night to end in such a manor, but dont forget dear readers, I have been off the pop for 2 whole weeks so I believe that it will hit me hard. And then off course comes Halloween on Monday. What would Halloween be if I didnt dress myself up in my old Gothic attire and have a few drinks to boot? And I am as sure as sure can be there will be more randomness to add to the pit of festivities just for the sake of it. Well, your only a 31 year old socialite once after all... So, it is back to normality again soon. However, to get back to said normality I have to start my mare of a journey in the morning beginning with a 2 hour drive to Valencia airport, a 4 hour flight to Istanbul, a 5 hour wait at Istanbul airport for my connecting flight, a 1.5 hour flight to Dalaman and then finally, a 1.5 hour drive back home, rounding up my fairy dog sitter Kelsey the minglet and dropping her off. Jesus. I guess you will hear from me once again next year sometime. P.S: The dentist would rather not be known as the dentist anymore and would like to be rebranded as: 'The Dude'. Am I going to humor him? I doubt it very much.
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