This was a very quiet day following a night of very little sleep and an unsettled stomach. Thinking about the possible causes produced a prodigious list of potential culprits. Worryingly, Sanna has gastro enteritis; surely, I haven’t poisoned us?
I gingerly walked to my Spanish class through the Plaza Eduardo. It’s a lovely square, which is a hot bed of smoochers, slackers and shoe-shine boys. These lads represent the militant arm of a humble, inoffensive job. The boys cover their faces with balaclavas and adopt the proactive approach of chuggers, only without the false smiles or good intentions.
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Hey Jon, great idea to start a blog, enjoying reading about your experiences... keep it up!
PS: Hello from freezing/raining storm-laden London. If you are at all homesick, don't be. It sucks here.
PS: It's Kate R by the way, just realised you probably won't know who 'first mate' is, or indeed that I had a blog until few months ago.
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