annanotbob's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Une paloma blanca Hello peeps, just a quickie as I´mtotally knackered, having been up since five this morning and endured a flight WITH TURBULENCE that was so scary and awful I literally shat myself. Not in my pants on the seat, Jesus, who do you think I am, but just up and down to the loo, up and down, up and down. Three times before we took off. Not good. Sara got dead narky, but cheered up once the sobbing stopped. So. Here we are in a bloody apartment complex, full of Brits, no chance of speaking Spanish as the staff just ignore it and speak English at you. I am currently being deafened by an Elvis impersonator, live and diabolical. I knew there was a reason I didn´t do package holidays. Ah well. The beach is gorgeous, the sun is warm and things will be cool once we´ve both had a bit of sleep. Sara´s already out cold and it´s just gone nine. The wifi is crap - I paid €10 for a card that should have given me 24 hours total use via my laptop, but it just falls off all the time. I´m on a pc attached to a slot machine at €2 for fifteen minutes, which certainly concentrates the mind. 3.51 to go and I haven´t even looked at any of my scrabble games. OK, offski. Grateful to still be alive, to have a sense of humour in the face of loud live fat Elvis, to have had delicious merluza for dinner, a new Peter James novel, another day tomorrow Sweet dreams xxx |9:27 p.m. - 01/09/2009 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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