One night here, one night there. On the go the past three days has been great. I’m running on caffeine and the adrenaline rush of being afraid to over sleep or miss my stop. The flight to London was 11 hours. It wasn’t to bad honestly. I watched two movies and ate away my boredom. The movies I watched were of course Nicholas Sparks so I looked like a ball bag sitting there crying. 😂 i must have looked like I was pmsing eating like that and crying. The unapproachable one👌 got it. 

So far I haven’t met any really cool people yet unfortunately. The first flight I had a mother with two kids under the age of three who didn’t speak English or Spanish, and my second flight I had a snobby couple on their honeymoon and were a little preoccupied with each other. I’m hoping my last flight to Malaga and bus ride to Almeria go a little better in that aspect. I will never move through an airport again. My stuff is literally so heavy. I’m so glad most of it will not be coming home with me. 

It’s literally 4 in the morning and everyone at the diner I’m in is drinking beer. I feel like I should order one… but I also think “i should do crystal meth sometimes , then I think hmmm better not” -fat Patricia. Be a local they said, it’ll be fun they said. I’m all for day drinking just not like 4 in the morning 😂. I mean technically it’s 5 o’clock somewhere. Lord I haven’t been in Europe 5 min and I already sound like an acholic. This is going to get intresting. 

My word for London is leu because it’s the shit! 😂 I love Londons rich history but not much else.