Wednesday, 26 January 2011

Tousle-y hair, the grass is always greener and living on the edge

1. Shaking my squeaky-clean hair out of its bun into the bright, cool, breezy day, the cars tousle it as they whizz past.

2. I whimper to Elena in Spanish, say that I'm bored and have nothing to do because everyone else has exams. As the words come tumbling out I realise that leaves me free and easy in comparison, and Elena laughs at me.

3. This is a day for bravery; perhaps I will go and see an un-subtitled Spanish film?

'Entrepanes,' literally translated as 'between bread,' also known as 'Montaditos' - a fantastic Spanish idea!

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