27th February
Chloe dearest,
I am currently recovering from yet another curtain of doom that has descended after last night, through which the beautiful sunshine does nothing to lift my spirits and which adds a shade of grey to all aspects of life. Jon, however, appears to be in a worse state than I; even the perusal of Gavin and Stacey, which made the distance between the two of us feel far greater than ever before, sent him to bed in despair.
Last night, dear one, was by far the most inebriated of the soirées so far, and though I went home (in tears, naturally) before the night blossomed to it's full, at a tame half past four in the morning, I am rather thankful as my state, though unpleasant, is far more bearable than that which my delightful companions are saddled with this fair afternoon.
And so, we reach the end of our second week here.
Time is racing by with the speed of a fox with the devil on it's tail, which both pleases and saddens me. I am already bursting with excitement at the prospect of next year and our beautiful abode, yet enjoying myself so throroughly that I loathe to think that by the start of next week March will be well and truly upon us.
I have managed to survive another week without a sighting of the bane of my life; and though I relish this, I do long for the moment when I can see him, death stare him, turn on a carefully polished heel and prance away. I have, in fact, a new love interest, by the name of José. We encountered each other on Monday, when I, dressed as a french woman with a pilfered cowboy hat on my tearstained head, was wandering through the bitterly cold streets of the old town, and he, in full braveheart regalia, came to my rescue. I was supposed to meet him tonight for a drink, but our rendezvous has been postponed until the following week, which gives me plenty of time to invent some witty spanish chat up lines...
Anticipating your reply with butterflies,
Hannah xxx
I am currently recovering from yet another curtain of doom that has descended after last night, through which the beautiful sunshine does nothing to lift my spirits and which adds a shade of grey to all aspects of life. Jon, however, appears to be in a worse state than I; even the perusal of Gavin and Stacey, which made the distance between the two of us feel far greater than ever before, sent him to bed in despair.
Last night, dear one, was by far the most inebriated of the soirées so far, and though I went home (in tears, naturally) before the night blossomed to it's full, at a tame half past four in the morning, I am rather thankful as my state, though unpleasant, is far more bearable than that which my delightful companions are saddled with this fair afternoon.
And so, we reach the end of our second week here.
Time is racing by with the speed of a fox with the devil on it's tail, which both pleases and saddens me. I am already bursting with excitement at the prospect of next year and our beautiful abode, yet enjoying myself so throroughly that I loathe to think that by the start of next week March will be well and truly upon us.
I have managed to survive another week without a sighting of the bane of my life; and though I relish this, I do long for the moment when I can see him, death stare him, turn on a carefully polished heel and prance away. I have, in fact, a new love interest, by the name of José. We encountered each other on Monday, when I, dressed as a french woman with a pilfered cowboy hat on my tearstained head, was wandering through the bitterly cold streets of the old town, and he, in full braveheart regalia, came to my rescue. I was supposed to meet him tonight for a drink, but our rendezvous has been postponed until the following week, which gives me plenty of time to invent some witty spanish chat up lines...
Anticipating your reply with butterflies,
Hannah xxx
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