So, we are in Spain. It’s hot, filled with only Spanish people (imagine that) and I’m the whitest person on the beach.
F**k that. I drink mojitos, get a sunburn and read on my kindle. True British style. They have a saying here – only dogs and the English are stupid enough to be on the beach daytime. I’ve finally embraced my adopted country.
Yesterday I was full on sun shivering so I put on my jeans and my leather jacket (that gave me some interesting looks) and we ventured up to the lighthouse. This is where the battle of trafalgar happened.
After this pizza ready. We ate and didn’t talk because they also have internet. A highly unsocial dinner if you think IRL. In the www world we rocked, posted pictures and emoticoned our way through dinner.