Hello.

So, I've spent all today walking around Dublin looking for
a black shawl and a trench coat.
Why is it that I find so many other ridiculous things that I don't
want or need, but not the things I'm searching for?
It's like my karma is uber fucked at this point in time.
I expected today would be amazing.
Every night before I go to sleep I just lie there and think
about going home, and doing distance ed, and being with friends,
and being completely responsible for myself, and it makes
me smile, but I don't have the guts to actually just email
Jetset and say, can you get me on a plane home.
I mean, I'm in Europe, and all I'm thinking about it being
home.
Which makes me sound incredibly ungrateful, but I don't even
know whats wrong with me.
I do love Ireland though. The weather is a bit of a pain in the arse,
but my skin is so happy.
And the Irish have such cute accents, and say cute things like, 'Grand'
and 'Trousers'. And they are so kind.
Seriously, have never met such kind people.

I don't know what I'm waiting for.
It's like I want to know where my family is going next,
and then I'll decide where I will go.
Once I get that trench coat I think my head will clear out a bit
for some decision making.
Ha, I sound like such a materialistic fuckhead.
I guess I'm just deterring my mind from making a decision,
because I'm scared I'll regret going home,
but I'm pointlessly miserable so it's a bit of a fucked
situation.

Eh, I don't know!

Espana part I can't remember ...

Hola chicas/os.

It's been a little while since I have updated this delightful blog,
so here goes..

Jeez, um, last time I posted anything I was still in Riopar,
so we stayed there a little longer, doing the same old thing,
before heading up to Dads student Margarits house in
Jumilia. Margarit has a 90 hectare farm and a massive three
storey apartment that she inherited from her parents.
They have both been in her family for a few generations,
and she has offered us the deeds to her farm, because she
has no living relatives to pass it onto once she dies (and shes
70, i think), so we may have a summer house in Spain, depending
on whether my dad accepts the proposal or not.
But its absolutely amazing, and the house is so beautiful and incredibly
old, but has been completely modernized.
We spent the day there, eating a humungous feast, and being fed
mass amounts of alcohol by Margarit, and her buddies, Lola and Maria.
Then walked around the massive farm that has five 400 year old oak trees,
that we all climbed up and around.
Afterwards, we went for amazing wine ice cream in the city, and sat around
eating out massive gelati's, before heading back to the hotel/villa Margarit
has booked for us... It had a pool, and was lovely!

I'm tired, will update more later.