Cue the Music, Cue the Streamers
Hello: this is the (perhaps) long-awaited Holiday post!
Cue the music and the streamers.
Anyway, what I did was note down something for each day that we were out in Spain. It's actually a pretty cool exercise to do, as it makes you remember more about your day, and try to think of something vaguely interesting/funny to talk about.
Day One- I had a (tiny) extensional crisis: the thought that there are all these people just a plane journey away that have a completely different language and culture and space is insane. Also, I met a girl called Lara on the plane, which was pretty cool.
Day Two- I love cats (there were so many tiny ones running around at the villa) and the greatest simile of all time is thus: the car ate up the road like spaghetti (A Clockwork Orange).
Day Three- why is there so much graffiti everywhere? I mean, there is a lot in England, yes, but there is a lot more in Spain.
Day Four- I seriously hate Maths sometimes (trying to do 3D Trigonometry in 30 degree heat when there is a swimming pool right there is hard).
Day Five- I'm so glad that the whole promposal thing isn't a thing in the UK. Also, I actually love tea and I've decided that my ideal birthday present would just be a load of Twinings tea (including everyday stuff like English Breakfast and Earl Grey but also more unusual stuff like Moroccan Mint and Chai (which I realise is the word for tea in Hindi- welcome to the wonderful world of naming things))
Day Six- I hope that all Year 11's did well :)
Day Seven- being travel sick really hinders the joy of a holiday
Day Eight- when hot water isn't available, you really miss it :\
Day Nine- setting up a Facebook page to advertise your book is really exciting, although it reminds me how close I am to being a published author and that's slightly terrifying (check it out here)
Day Ten- I'm listening to Bon Jovi in the car and the lyrics really confuse me sometimes. Why is everyone obsessed with making love in the backseat of a car (or various other versions of this)? Surely it is very uncomfortable?? I don't understand???
Day Eleven- I keep writing Spanish as Spainish. Never let it be said that I'm good at English.
Day Twelve- listening to a robotic voice read out my novel makes me doubt if it is actually interesting (this is a legitimate worry of mine, that my novel is boring).
Day Thirteen- how am I cold in Spain?
Day Fourteen- words of wisdom: all things must come to an end, all the good things, all the bad things.
Day Fifteen- Wow, I'm so happy to be back home. But I really hate airports.
And that concludes this long-awaited post! Post any funny moments from your own holidays in the Comment section below, and please don't forget to subscribe!
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