Hey homies!!

Sorry it’s taken me so long to write this blog!! I’ve been kinda using not having internet/ having a boring life as an excuse for wayyyy too long! But after last night feel like I really should be sharing some of the stuff I’ve been up to this last SEVEN WEEKS!!! Undoubtedly some of the best weeks of my life!

I’m soo sorry I don’t have any interesting arrival anecdotes but that’s probably because Josh was there to make sure everything ran smoothly and I didn’t get abducted by gypsys or the like! In fact the moving process went pretty smoothly…. Come 3am morning of…. All packed…. Semi terrified/ cacking it/ needing alcohol… and then to make matters worse - realised I’d managed to forget to account for the 7kilos+ of my laptop which was still unpacked, OFCOURSE.FML.

My first impression of Granada was pretty positive, but tbh in was kinda in denial about the whole year abroad thing I will convinced it was a holiday until Josh left!! Thank god two of my lovely Spanish picked us up from the bus station, I’d sailed through the afternoon purely on luck! Getting from Malaga airport – into the town and then to GRANADA sheer luck, by that point I knew my luck was running out and I was pushing it!

I should have known right from the start I would be happy here: there is a fully-loaded-sex machine by the front door of my appartement block! – so straight away - I knew Granada and I would be friends. In case you don’t get the opportunity to visit me/ or my sexual treasure chest (the machine not any innuendo!!), I will explain some of its several beauties…..let me start with a vibrator the shape of a sweetcorn, handcuffs, ‘love drops’, and the list goes on….AND last but not least… I must introduce you to Storming Stellla, an inflatable sheep, who ‘likes it hard and takes it deep!!’ which brings me to ask: are we doing secret Santa this year? ;)

I should probably give you a quick run-down of my flat… no complaints, I really love it! I definitely got lucky! I’m living with all Spaniards, one girl and three guys. They are pretty cool! They didn’t properly all move in until after josh had gone which timed pretty perfectly, but I’ll never forget the first night we were all in the flat. We had decided to go for tapas. Immediately the racist jokes start flowing… Green u would have loved it… the banter was pretty top notch. Eventually I realised it was geared to wind up the other female housemate, who eventually pipes up to insist: ‘I’M NOT RACIST!! … I JUST DON’T LIKE GYPSIES OR ARABS!!’ Once the piss-take had subsided it was the beginning of a beautiful friendship! Turns out my flat is in the best area in town for tapas bars AND they are some awesome clubs just around the corner! FYI TAPAS HERE ARE FREE WHEN YOU BUY A DRINK WHICH ARE STRICTLY ABOUT 2 EUROS AT ANY BAR!!!! In other words life is pretty sweet right about now!

Only downside so far, which took me until the 3^rd week to work out… is that my house mates go home EVERY WEEKEND - gutted. I came here to speak SPANISH, not talk to myself! But I’m getting used to it, and it means there is plenty of room for you guys to come stay as the flat is usually empty from Thursday night to Sunday night! (We don’t ever have lectures on Fridays! Or really… any lectures at all considering we seem to constantly be on strike!!)

That brings me onto the joke that is Spanish university….where to start… hmmm maybe with my elderly history teacher who is always 15mins+ late and then pokes his head in the door only to say, ‘brb kids just need one more fag!!’ – LAD. Or maybe I should tell you all about my BELGIAN French teacher who insists on ‘boosting our vocabulary’…. And is determined to warn us of the traps of the French language … which along many gems include: if you conjugate <<se branler>> wrong , it actually means to wank in French slang. (Just in case you didn’t know that guys J).  She also gave us a detailed run through of ALL the drugs known to man, ‘just in case’. In case I didn’t have enough problems I decided to do Portuguese from scratch out here- big mistake – trust me- horrible language, and the teacher isn’t making it any easier. I missed the first few classes as I was testing out other modules… so our acquaintance was…. Encouraging… essentially ‘OI, where are you from?’ – me- ‘I’m Italian’, bastard teacher -‘ I don’t like Italians, NEXT!’. Charming. It obliviously wasn’t my dolmio day. L

Going out in Spain is very different. For a start we don’t START drinking until about 11ish and never head out to clubs until atleast 1am, but usually closer to 3! THE CLUBS STAY OPEN HERE TIL 7.30 AM! I need to have words with mr. Jesters when I get back to soton! We are missing out back home!