Hey there!
This is well overdue, for which I profusely apologise...it's just that I've already written it twice, and stupidly managed to delete it both times. So, to save time and energy, neither of which I have, I'm condensing two weeks into one blog...
Week 11:
Started off with Monday and Tuesday in Madrid. Freezing cold to say the least. I love Barcelona more. Full stop.
The rest of the week was a mix of cafe con leche, xurros amb xocolate, and friendlings...which make for a very happy Hannah.
The weekend saw the arrival of our two student visitors, both of whom attend the United World College in Italy, Dylan (America) and Justin (Hong Kong), who were both absolutely lovely, and on the most part, a pleasure to be with.
Apart from my getting no sleep due to having to wait for them to get home.
But no pasa nada.
Week 12:
Again, a mixture of coffee, friends and Aliocha's English lessons:
Aliocha: 'Como se dice cuchilla en ingles?'
Gemma: 'Spoon'
Aliocha: 'Snoof?'
Dirk: 'Snoof!'
Aliocha: 'Y como se dice tenador?'
Gemma: 'Fork...es similar a 'fuck''
Aliocha: 'Aaah, vale, y un cucharo?'
Gemma: 'Knife con 'k''
Aliocha: 'K-knife?'
Gemma: 'No, knife.'
Aliocha: 'Vale, I have a k-knife, a fuck and a snoof!'
Gemma: 'Erm..almost.'
Dirk: 'Just don't go into a restaurant and ask for a fuck.'
Hannah: '...' (apart from painful hysterical laughter)
So, yeah.
Everything's going pretty great so far :)
The week culminated on Friday, with lunch at the Hard Rock Cafe BCN, and that night, Aliocha and I headed out to Margarita Blue for mojitos, and then to another bar for shots. Like, ohmyGod, no joke, this bar is incredible. Shots are 2E each, and there are literally hundreds. I have a weird coffee shot, which was ON FIRE, followed by a shot where you roasted a marshmallow, dipped it in the shot, drank the shot, then ate the marshmallow. Amazing. We also decided (stupidly) to head down to the beach, but then decided that this was a bad idea, seeing as it was literally 1*.
Saturday was a mix of sleeping, sleeping, half packing, and then heading out with Dirk and Aliocha to (unbenown to me) watch the Barca match, and todavia, I don't know who won!
I come home tomorrow (YAY!), so I'd just like to take this opportunity to say thank you to all you guys who have supported me over my last four months (can you believe it?!) here, from giving me money (mummy and daddy!), to being there for me when I needed you most (Gemma, Dirk, Aliocha, Arnold, Alie), and generally keeping my spirits up from the safe distance of England (everyone, but in particular, Anisha, Sam, Sarah, and Ben). Thank you guys so much for everything.
Looking back over the last rollercoaster of a year, I know that, as a person, I am 100% stronger and more confident than this time last year, and I can't say how much I appreciate all the love, support and faith that everyone's had in me, not to mention the numerous kicks up the backside! I could go on for ages about how lucky and fortunate I am, and I still would not be able to express it well enough. To anyone who's reading this that doesn't know, I got rejected from my University choices, but instead of letting it defeat me, I stood up, and went, guns blazing, into lands anew, and found myself living in the glorious city of Barcelona. Luck? Nah. Hard work? Definately not. Fate? Probably.
I may not be the best example to anyone in the world, I mean, I talk to much in class, I party hard, and I have done some pretty stupid/awful/hurtful things in the past, but despite all of this, I found myself here, in the best situation possible. And for this, I am unexplicably grateful. This situation has also taught me to be grateful for what I have. Even the smallest things, Mariokart racing against my brothers, little chats over cups of tea with my mum, being 'a kid', everything, you really learn to appreciate when it's not there. And fortunately for me, I have disovered this before it's too late, and it's gone forever. Thank you Mum, Dad, Kieran, Josh, and my whole family, for believing in me, and helping me know that I can do it, no matter how hard 'it' is.
I'm not really the strongest believer, but I now know that there IS someone out there looking out for me, and that, despite everything, is helping me along, and helping me become a stronger, better, and happier human being. To quote Ben Folds, 'I don't get many things right the first time, in fact, I am told that a lot. Now i know all the wrong turns and stumbles and falls brought me here...' That line could never be more true than here.
Anyway, time to wrap this up.
Here's to 2010, may it be 100% more successful than 2009: the best year yet.
I hope you all have a magical Christmas, and a very safe and healthy New Year.
Finally, in the words of Tiny Tim,
God bless us, everyone.
Hannah XxX
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