So last night i went back to the hostel and chilled with my matey, some fat bulgarian man who does nothing but sit on his laptop, and he gave me fruityloops and adobe audition which is sick. He also showed me a song he had written and we shared a beer and he charged my mp3 player. Safe. Today i slept for a thousand years then went into town spent the world and then went for Tapas upstairs in a dodgy ass bar and was the only girl in their and got chatted up by some Italians who kept holding my hand as i was trying to east my fish and mushrooms haha

Cant wait to see Sam. Can't wait to get out of this heat, every day is a rolled up tshirt sweat job haha

graffitid on the wall of the hostel. Jenna Sam 2010 and then did a spesh english summer one. 'English Summer? Beese or Gees? Tuna Salad? me too! 10.08.10' haha some lucky winner should see that one day.

BARCELONAAA I LOVE YOU!

Adieu

Barcelona

So last night me and paul had some for the road and then entered a taxi to take us to our hostels and PANANMERICANO came on. WIN. I fell asleep and slept for a thousand years (no friendly spindles involved Liam)

Today got up and sweated my way to the Picasso museum and was greeted by a queue which was a mile long but it was cool because the man behind me decided to be friends. He was from Argentina and spoke a bit of english and I am from England and speak un poco de espanol so together we were able to appreciate the gallery together and the museum was so amazing. His early sketches through his blue period through his rose period towards all his crazy divisionist stuff. He offered to get me lunch but i had a bicycle tour to get to so declined and went to find it. Failed and just walked around for a bit, bought a mojito, watched the world go by, walked a bit more, got lost, walked a bit more, went back to my hostel to freshen and went to meet Paul for a FINAL one for the road cos he went to Madrid tonight to meet HEATHARRRRRR. (she loves teeth)

After that i went to Maoz and hung out with the vegetarians, watched some street art, watched some siiiick breakdancers. Gave loads of money to various buskers throughout the day, hazardously went down a hundred steps for the metro all day long and wondered HOW the time can be sponsored (by accurist)?!

My Argentinian friend, Gastrom, told me there is a Dali gallery about an hour away on the train so i might check that out tomorro or the next day.

Im back in the hostel now jamming on some guys laptop, its so friendly here i love it. Loads of Italians heading out to the beach to get wasted tonight but im gonna stay in because i owe my liver some mercy! always tomorrow!

big up the city lights. Going all arty on yo ass this season

Leaving english summer

Ok so we packed up all our stuff and waited for simon to arrive, thinking he would be standardly late. He arrived and HURRIED us into the Van which he was revving whilst we were saying our tragic heartfelt heartRIPPING goodbyes to our family for the last fucking 6 weeks. He then nearly DROVE OFF without tristan/running him over.

So we descended down the mountain (1000ft) of WINDING ROADS literally seriously curlywurly and he ROOOOOOSTED it. Like 120mph the whole way. We braced ourselves for our lives around every corner, our suitcases were having a party in the back swinging all over the place breaking every valuable and our stomachs were like GET FUCKED SIMON.

We arrived in Lespluga and Paul vomited into a nearby bush which he described as 'fanta coloured sick'. Notice how we cannot even describe things without using English Summer themed points of reference. How will we survive the normal world?

We got to Tarragona on the train and found a dutty place to eat with chubby porn on the table so left and found a place where the air BURNS YOUR EYES. I ordered what i thought would be a nice prawn fresh salad type thing and the others got pizzas and pasta and when it arrived it was a bowl of OIL.

We raaaaan to the train station and nearly missed our train to Barcelona and in the process didnt manage a proper goodbye to Dearbhla, it was a blown kiss accross the platforms. Fail. Starting to think we are in a film now.

We, me paul and tristan (lets go eagles lets go) got on the train to Barcelona and caught some sleep, and then...

As we got off the train Tristan panicked, realising he didnt have his wallet. SO, he ran back onto the train to see if he'd left it. After realising it wasnt on the train he proceeded to EMPTY his ENTIRE bag out on the train while the train was waiting to leave, Me and paul were like shit shit shit tristan get off the fucking train and he was just like no i havent looked properly. So paul and I were like shit Tristan quick but he was just standing in despair with all his stuff around him and then the doors closed and the train slipped off. The look of sheer defeat sweeping his wee face was a picture. WE are definately in a film now where one by one they cant survive outside the camp and slowly die off. We motioned to him to call us, but neither of us have phones. Fail

THEN

we had to find my hostel so we referred to the directions Vic had given us (get to a certain metro station) and so we did and then tried to find the address. After about 30 mins of walking backwards and forwards and up and down and around and in and out and shaking it all about we asked a thousand passers by some girl finally said round the corner the first door. No sign. Nothing. NO SIGN NOTHING. the only sign of the existence of the hostel was a faded label over the top of a fucking DOORBELL.

SO we got in and it was on first impressions, interesting. dirty as hell but whatever and a sweaty man walked past.

ALl good tho, but we were in a proper desolate part of the city where it looked like something newsworthy had happened and everyone had left. We got to a place called placa del glorious catalans or something and it was pretty much a GRAVEYARDESQUE playpark

Then we wandered around into town and down La Rambla and found the AMAZING VEGAN ALL YOU CAN EAT MAOZ!!!! still there, the best place in the world and more rainbow food all for 5 euros. Then there was a fruit market and amaaaaazing sweet and we bought smoothies and then we went to the placa where i stayed in 2007 and looked and its so cool being back there and then we went to a BLADE SHOP hahaha with CHAINMAIL Suits and i wanted to buy one for Sam but they were priiiice. They also sold vegetable peelers and corkscrews for the low budget wannabe stabber.

Then, epic hostel adventure part 2...

We asked a man in a hostel for a room for Paul and he said no but pointed to a circle on a map and said go here. SO we spent about 4 hours trying to find this circle on the map like total fassios. Paul keeps saying safe and i am proud. We finally found an amaaaazing hostel for him right in the centre and really cool and really cheap and it incudes breakfast. I tried to buy a camera but the flash doesnt work. Fail.

a man called MOZZIE came up to us and said (in an austrailian accent) hey guys is that tinge in your hair intentional? to paul and then asked what we were doing tonight and we were a bit like erm and then he was trying to sell a bar crawl to us but none of that. WE are having a thousand for OUR road on OUR own because WE DONT LIKE STRANGERS WE ARE FROM PRADES. It is SO weird being out of English Summer. Earlier i saw a makeup stand. AND a McDonalds Sign. But everything keeps slipping back to English summer, like Prada is now called Prades unintentionally and we have literally a thousand froggy dollars on us that we are splashing and spunking like it's froggy's birthday!


Now we are sat in the bar of Pauls hostel and we have sangria and it is all good. But we havent heard pananmericana today OR waka waka OR alive and we are going a big mad.

hahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

superjokes

BARCELONA"!" sick

Laters

Hi there oh my god last night

CLAIRE walked, i say walked, made her way to Prades lIKE WOBBLEGIRL all the way until she failed and went into all of the bushes and sicked everywhere and had to be escorted home back to VICTORIAS BED WHICH SHE SICKED ALL OVER EVERWHERE. Will ya get awee wid yaself and i changed the shitty sicky pissy sheets

PAUL cant open his eyes they are two red SLITS

I am taking a bag of WET washing to barcelona which i have No idea how to get to my hostel and a hangover of DEATH and have to drag slitfaced Paul around with me who is a drunken irish mess hahaha and hasnt even got a hostel and wants to sleep on the street and get pickpocketed all night. We have to be READY to depart, say a thousand TERRIBLE traumatic goodbyes leave the place which has been home for the past 6 weeks and ENTER CIVILIZATION. What is that? how do you WORK A METRO how how how i need to PACK all my stuff and get in a car with shadow of doubt smile and look at his smile for an hour haaaaa

GOODBYE ENGLISH SUMMER SEE YOU NEXT YEAR!!!

to the people who are staying: may god have mercy on your souls ;)big love miss me and thanks for being hilaaare

a husky voice steps in with an air of irishness. who is she? where did she come from? frankly it doesnt matter because the identity has been stolen by english summer where i have been suckered into doing a fourth term.
last night, in a rare turn of events i was sober. and observing all. other irish lass unfortunately fell in a ditch and vomed all over victorias bed.. the anger will be felt today. and for fuck sake again i had to stop mr liam ( wananawanwan) from getting in a fight with the locals over a cigarette. then got suckered into taking slits home in a shambolic state. to much delight les locals stopped for us and gave us a light. the buzz was limited in this shithole car. there was talk of more drinks in prades. this was rejected. negatory por favour. yo necesito dormir por favor. then mr liam accused me of firstly breaking his fone.. lies. lies man! and when he was caught talkin about questionably gay mp he turned and claimed it was me who wanted a piece of that young ass. granted i have a tendency towards the young but that does not warrant such an accusation.

all is depressing here. jennas leaving. paul is leaving. tristan is leaving. i am leaving .. but returning to this shithole on monday. why? the money? because its certainly not the people. JOKES.

i look like shit and i need to pack. and to be honest im finding it difficult to spell and type and what not.
we will meet again someday. well probably not.

d

OOFF WE POP THEN!

yeah you see what they´ve done is theyhave made this website and theyve got people blogging yeah yeah clever little shits they are

so today jenna is leaving me and i will cry a thousand tears of sorrow inside my shitty litlle membrane of a heart( but on an up note dee is staying)
last nightwas bare jokes its just a shame i cant breather without a lot of pain
i might walk into some suicidy waves to make me feel better
*sighs*
was it playdays or was it playschool?
i will blade and you will sliceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
actually i got slcied last nigth i got cut yeah i got shanked in the fucking face because someone drew a dutty mustache on my batty face yeah do you know me do you know me fASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSIO
OMG I CANT RIRW ANYMORE JENNA IS MAKING ME i think i might do a smile with a shadow of dobut behind it jsut like someone we all know and love
if i was a pretty bramaid and i could marry the fasso i want i would marry a *smile woith doubt behind it*
ladst night was jokes beacuse one of the moniors issaura got into a fight with ngie the lkegendary cookie esque coker woman and angiue DASHED A SPOON IN HER FACE and waht was worse was that i was trying to give my award out i mean you dont say anything about my boys

Last night we went to X X X XENON again for the last time. We started off in a bar drinking vodka and water until an audience of men had gathered so we left and went to Xenon. Lots of standard line dancing and trying to speak Spanish and the lipstick on the wall of the toilet is still there haha. Paul beckoned Liam and I outside with a plastic cup and started stabbing through it with Liam´s sharp necklace to make a portable ashtray for his cigarette? it was very odd. I stroked a dog. There was an all night bakery and i bought a full bag of pastries and swung it round.

We woke up at 9.30 today shiiiiiit meeting in 15 minutes still pissed still laughing still had such a fun lesson (it was just revision) and we just made cards and letters to all the other teachers and kids and listened to music and i love my class.

gotta mark the shitting exams now. Dry and Long procedure but after we can sleeeeeep.

bada bada bababa baba baba ba bada bababababa ba ba qui bOOM!

Last night was the Oscars again which was so funny because the term is a lot smaller so we are aware of more of the personalities of the kids and the awards given out were appropriate and funny. Me and Dearbhla have Pablo, who got funniest in school and we also have Nacho who got best body? haha

Yesterday we had a bit of admin to do such as exam making and reports etc so didnt get much free time and seemed to just sleep whenever we did. At least it was sunny, cos monday and sunday was really thundering and lightening and crazy rain and nearly flooded and oh no!

Taught Animals yesterday which is always fun because i ask them to design a new hybrid which is always hilare. We started teaching them a dance to BIlLY JEAN by MJ yesterday too which we´ll continue today. It´s mental trying to organise 30 11yr olds (cos the classes are combined for the theatre activity for the last 3 days of term) who barely understand english but really fun when it works, we luckily have this dude called Victor who can moonwalk and has an MJ hat.

Then we had octopus for lunch.



Today i did the coolest last lesson for them (tomorrow is just revision) we did SENSES so, at first i made them classify whether you can touch taste hear smell or see things like the sea and chocolate and flowers etc,

Then made them a TOUCH box! it was soo cool. I blindfolded them one at a time and put things like a pinecone and a spoon and a feather and a teabag and a balloon inside and one little guy put his hand in and i poured chocolate powder all over it haha they loved it

Then i gave them optical illusions to look at and they were like wow haha and their faces when they were looking at the mind warp thing was so hilare and its crazy how some of them LOVE them and some are like no no i dont like it i dont it haha then i got them to make their own up and pablo combined Pablo and Jenna in a graf type drawing which was so cool.

Also had music playing the whole lesson which they loved.

Do you think its wrong to favouritise one of them because he looks like a mini netsky? :D

going to X X X XENON tonight whoop last time in the dungeon that is!

Tarragona

SO

oh my god where to start?

We boarded the coach which took about an hour to take us to La Fiesta de Léspluga and stepped off to such a cool atmosphere. Two stages, one entertaining loads of ballroom dancing elderly people which was jokes to watch AND join in with. We had some rums there and some shots for the road (the road to XENON) ch ch cha Xenon! and finally stumbled to the hellpit that is. The memory gets pretty blurry from here on in but I know we were definately dancing on the podium to Pananmericana and some girls in the crowd were trying to copy the dance which was cool and made us feel like we werent just wasted English fools but supercool dancers with moves to kill. Then in the toilet I was applying some lipstick and a woman said stop to me in Spanish and then i said why and she said something like you dont need anymore so i was like hd so i wrote something on the wall with it (wipe clean so its fine). Then we went back to the Festa (outside) and saw some of the old monitors and had some jokes with them trying to talk in Spanish and English combo (its so much easier to speak different languages when you are pissed :D) and i had some bites of something spicy and then we were sitting down at 5am waiting for everyone to meet up so we could start the mission and i was sick with my head inbetween my legs and Liam said it was really chilled out sicking. Then we walked to the train station to get to Taragonna haha and it felt like we were walking into the mountains and took a thousand years it was daylight and we were all still so pissed and then i woke up? (no memory of the train) and we were still at the train station but it was a different one and then half of the group went to the hostel but me Liam and Paul didnt get in the taxi. No. We went to get some SHOTS! so we bought some sweets from a supermaket which was really funny and then found a cafe where the man looked VERY dissaproving. I ordered three tequilas and he poured us THREE COFFEES: WRONG. How dare he? So we got whiskey in the end and left rapido. We then went in search of cocktails but Paul TRICKED me into saying the taxi would take us to cocktails when in fact it was taking us to the hostel to sleep. It took us to the wrong hostel and then we had to get to a different hostel but the group hadnt told us where they were so it was just missions.

We were standing outside talking drunkly about how we could possibly sneak into the hostel, when suddenly Catherine Wright came to the a window above us and was like WTF ?! so good that she did! anyway we just walked confidently in and went up to the room, the twin room, which now had 5 of us all in our underwear cos it was soooooooo hot (32 degrees at night) sprawled accross these two beds haha.

Woke up in PAIN. A lot of bruises. But went to the shopping centre and bought some treats and ate the most amaaaaazing all you can eat rainbow buffet which featured WATERMELON and CHICKPEAS and LENTILS and POTATOES and RADISHES and RED CABBAGE and BEETROOT and it was the best meal ever and afterwards (between four of us) we counted 8 empty plates, 5 bowls, and more. Then we filled takeaway boxes up with it and tried to leave but they busted us and were pissed off so i paid but the others had run away a little bit but it was fine cos we had it for dinner.

The sea was so good, so warm and the waves were really fun and the colour of the sea was blue and clear and SOOO salty that you can just float really easily :D

We went out for a well nice meal (outside) and i had grilled Salmon and we had loads of Sangria, then went to a bar and had irish coffees cos we needed to wake the fuck up after the death of the last night. Then we decided it was Liam´s birthday and all sang happy birthday and then went down to the Gay bars. OH MY GOD THE GAY BARS. 90% South American men standing around the edge hands on hips just LOOKing. SO weird. ALl the girls wearing nike draw string bags and one of them stood on my flip flop so it broke but luckily i could tie it together and the shots were all a euro and then me and Paul climbed up into a dancing CAGE and he just looked like a mental patient with a jumper hanging of his head and his eyes rolling back into his head! Liam started a fight haha but it was fine

Then everyone bailed and went to bed except me and Liam. We stayed in the bars for a while and then decided to leave and get a taxi to the hostel. A kind man offered us a lift in his car. I was like no no no we do not get into cars like this Liam but he was more drunk and i sensed it would be fine, so we did anyway and he had a dog in the car (called Luna) and the man started driving fucking OUT of Taragonna because he thought we had said HOTEL noria but we wanted HOSTEL noria so he was like QUE?! ¿QUE?! DONDE?¿! and we were like Mucho soz so finally got back to the hostel and i offered him money for his safe return of us to our quarters but he wouldnt accept. safe.

Today we beaaaaaaaaached it for ages and some of us have hilare tan and burn lines and we saw Catherine Nixon which was well good and had loads of sea time and ate a Grease sandwich for breakfast (and a watermelon slush puppy!) ice cream for lunch and Paella for din dins before getting the train back to Portaventura to meet the kids and go back to camp. THUNDER LIGHTENING RAIN AND AN ANT INFESTATION here at camp hahaaa. 3 of the girls in the room are dying their hair tonight!

Cant beleive how quickly that week just went, the whole 5 weeks in general actually. Less than a week left now!