i'm really really tired today. i´m sat at an internet cafe near the house, and the sheer relief of finding a quiet, chilled out place with the internet is such a relief.

it's full on here - classes, then living here, where you have to use spanish all the time. which is the plan, but given that I speak like a 2 year old, it gets frustrating and tiring after a while. Which really means, I should just stay home and study.

But even communicating in english is frustrating as well. Everyone here that i know is a student, everything is very transiant and while the group that i hang with is very welcoming and open, not all(as normal) are. So I've swiftly established that I'm not part of the cool club and don't want to be in it. The cool club consists of 2 irish brothers, their surfer duuude friend from Leicester, and a motley assortment of other weird monged out people. The reason that they're cool and why everyone wants to hang out with them is that they have wait for it.... a transit van! yes! transportation!

living in this teeny pueblo, where I've seen three different people that I know just walking down the street to the internet cafe, not having a car and being dependent on the spanish public bus system (2 a day rattling around the countryside, and just the 1 on the weekends) means that youhave to be LOADED and take taxis everywhere.

i am loving it here (not as much as Aoife,who's decided that she wants to live her forever and is going to get a job as soon as her course is over). I love the town, the lovely spanish people who try to teach me spanish wherever I go, the orange trees, the terraces, the beaches, the really weird vibe that vejer has, because it's half expat half spanish. so i can have tostada in the morning, then falafal at night with the hippy community of andalucia. it's really traditional, but modern at the same time. and peaceful. whilst the rest of spain is embroiled in strikes and floods, it's hot (crazy hot) and comforting here, on my little mountain retreat.

I think I broke the camera last night, it's making these sad little whirring noises and i'm well upset with myself and situation now. Hopefully the photoshop can fix it, if not I will cry and cry and cry.

I can't wait till I get home! I want to bring spain to singapore.