I found out a few days before flying out here that my maternal great gran was spanish, this probably explains why people keep stopping me in the street to ask me things and then staring at me in amazement when I try to tell them that I ´no hable espania´ I hadnt really thought I looked anything other than possibly irish before coming here *shrugs* ah well… You live and learn eh?!

What has surprised me though is the rotten bout of home sickness I´ve had the last couple of days, seriously – If I hadn´t known any better I´d swear I was due on again or something, hormone central…
Spent today wandering round Madrid itself and then the royal gardens, was quite proud of myself for managing to order some food and be understood, kinda… I just wish I´d listened to my inner voice and not set myself up for 10 days though.
Beautiful and fun as this place is, I just want to go home and be held by my baby – pitiful isn´t it?
I want my own bed, my own pc (this one is driving me up the wall, fecking dodgy space bar!) and just the comfort of my own things around me.
That and the ability to understand what the hell is being said around me.
The most at peace I felt today was sitting in a bar that sells english books and just listening to some familiar music and feeling a light breeze across my skin as I sipped my mountain dew (I know, mountain dew – can you believe it?) and read my newest purchase.
Now my stomach is demanding attention so I´m off to appease it. Good food here.