Viime kerrasta onkin jo aikaa. Ollaan ehitty jo Sardiniaan asti.
Viime viikon keskiviikkona oltiin taas juhlimassa rannalla. Florentin oli mukana jarjestamassa paikallisen yliopiston vaihtoopiskelijoiden laksiaisia(kai), ainaki oli bileet. Kaytiin katsastamassa myos paikallinen yokerho, aika villi meininki verrattuna Suomeen. Musat ihan liian taysilla ja ihan sairaasti jengii. Juteltiin ihmisille ja kaytiin tanssimassa. Yolla kaveltiin sit puolisen tuntia kaupungin halki nukkumaan. Ja kellohan oli nukkumaanmentaessa jotain puol viis?
Aamulla olis pitany olla aikanen heratys, nimittain puol seittemalta. Puol kymmenelta joku Lappeenrantalainen puhelinmyyja soittaa ja yrittaa kaupitella taas jotain liittymia, ja huomattiin siina sit et juna lahti kolme varttia sitten :D Perinne jatkuu, missattiin taas juna. Ei menty sit siihen seuraavaankaa ku aateltii et mennaa sit sita seuraavalla ku ne on melkein samaa aikaan Milanossa. Ehittiin sit onneksi siihen suunniteltuun junaan, matkalta kerittiin napata viela kalleimmat big macit ikina (ateria 11,5 frangia eli n. 9 euroa, ketsuppi makso erikseen) ja syotiin niita sit iloisena juna-asemalla. Juna matka milanoon meni siina aulanlattialla istuessa, kunnes joku konnari tuli perimaan meilta jotai maksuja, ku ei taaskaan oltu varattu paikkoja, muahaha.
Milanossa seikkailtiin tiemme Paviassa pysahtyvaan junaan ja Chiara tuli meita vastaan Pavian asemalle. Se oli tuonu mulle sipulileipaa Tegliosta!<3 Chiara vei meijat sellaseen baariin, jossa kympilla sai ostaa litran drinkin ja sit sai syoda niin paljo ku jakso. Oli muuten hyvaa, varsinki ku koko Lausannessa oloaikana ei syoty kunnolla juuri mitaan. Sina paivana ku tultiin Lausanneen, syotiin risottoa, seuraavana paivana ei yhtaan lamminta ruokaa koko paivana, ainoostaa leipia ja hedelmia ym. Sit juhlimisen jalkeen aamun pikkutunneilla syotiin se loppu mita siita risotosta oli jaany ni kolmeen pekkaan.
Paviassa buffetbaarin jalkeen kaytiin kiertelemassa Chiaran johdolla oista Paviaa ja sit eksyttiin viela yhteen paikkaan yksille. Jutskailtiin henkevia, poltettiin vesipiipputupakkaa ja mentiin myohaan nukkumaan. Aamulla oli taas aikanen heratys, koska haluttiin ehtia kaymaan viela muutamassa paikallisessa putiikissa ennen Milanon keskusta kierrosta. Milano oli kuuma, mut onneks kaupoissa oli ilmastoini. Alennusmyynnit oli houkutellu monta muutaki turistia shoppailemaan. Chiara teki meille viela ihanaa tomaattipennepastaa ennen ku kiirehdittiin yojunaan kohti Roomaa. Juna loyty helposti, ja vaunukin. Astuttiin sisaan ja huomattiin iloksemme etta seha oli ihan hieno hytti. Vain meille kahdelle! Lakanat, tyynyt ja peitot, lavuaari, tervetuliais croissantit ja vetta, kasipyyhkeet, saippuaa, onesize paperitohvelit, vessanpytyn coveri, vaikka mita! Siina riehuttii iloisina aikamme kunnes tuli lipuntarkastajat. Se ilmotti etta ollaan vaarassa hytissa, ja et se loytyy jostai seiska vaunusta. Siella oli toiset paikat 45 ja 47. Todellisuus iski ku nahtiin se meijan dormi. Nelja sankya, sekahytti, ei tietoakaan peitoista tai tyynyista, ''sangyt'' niin kapeita et hyva ku mahtu kaantyy! Ei ois ollu nii paha, jos oltais sinne ihan alunperin eksytty. Mut siihen ykkosluokan hyttiin verrattuna se oli aika karmee.
Lauantaiaamuna, huonosti nukutun yon jalkeen (siella oli sellanen joku afrikkalainen nainen joka oli ainoo ku nukku siina loossissa, se kuorsas niin kovaa et koko juna varmaa tarisi! ) oltii aikasin Roomassa. Syotiin meijan evaita seitteman aikaa Rooman rautatieasemalla ku paikalliset osottelee ja viheltelee (kiitos Tean blondiuden ;)<3). Seikkailtiin leirintaalueelle. Silla valin ku odoteltiin et meijan teltta siivoutuu, mentiin ottamaan aurinkoa sen leirintaalueen uima-altaille. Oli niin ihana tunne ku paas sinne altaaseen. Oisin voinu ruveta itkemaan ilosta. Meijan teltta oli sellanen mokki, lukollisella ovella ja kolmella sangylla. Siis siel oli kerrossanky siel teltassa! Saatiin olla ihan kahesteen siina, ja halpaa ku mika. Ainaki ilmastointi toimi, ja itseasiassa nukuttii siel pitkasta aikaa hyvat younet seka maarallisesti etta laadullisesti. Kaytiin tsekkaa viel Vatikaani tulopaivan iltana ja no, olihan se ihan hieno. Pylvaita ja palatsi ja suihkulahteita. Ja havyton poliisi! Poolilla kaytiin viel juomassa Sex on the pool table nimiset drinkit. Siel ois ollu myohemmin illalla Hawai bileet, mut meita vasytti liikaa ni mentii sit nukkuu.
Seuraavana aamuna meilla oli kellot soimassa jo joskus aikasin, mut paadyttiin yhteistuumin aamutokkurassa etta nukutaan nyt viela vaha. Katsastettiin tulikuuma Colosseum, Rooman 'riemukaari' ja sit meijan piti menna kattoo Forum Romanumia, mut ei vaan pystytty! Oli keskipaivan aurinko ja siella oli NIIIIIN KUUMA! varmaa jotai 45 astetta tai jotai! Suunnistettiin sit uima-altaille ja lohottii siel pari tuntii. Juotiin baarista bucketdrinkki, joka oli siis 1,5 litran ampari, Ciao Bella niminen. Siin oli siis lukuisia viinoja ja karpalomehua. Nam! Sit kaytii hakee viel Tequila sunriset, ja toiset, ja sit vissii viel yhet jotain laatua. Kierreltiin ympari leirinta-aluetta ja jutskailtiin henkevia. Yks venalainen tyyppi otti meista kuvan ja sit se tuli myohemmin selittelee meille jotai. Kaytii tsekkaa leirinta-alueen Ciao Bella (kylla sekin) niminen yokerho, mut se oli niin sukka et mentiin sit pois. Mentiin teltalle syomaan kanaa ja Tealla oli yopaita paassa koko toimenpiteen ajan. Ainaki kuvista paatellen.
Maanantaina ennen laivalle lahtoa kaytiin yrittaa uudestaa Forum Romanumia ja Fontana de Trevia. Noustii sit jollain toisella pysakilla pois, ku mista ois ollu lyhyin matka sinne ja loydettiin vahingossa kaikenlaisia nahtavyyksia. Vittorio Emmanuelin muistomerkkipalatsi, joku museo, jotai aukioita ja se suihkulahde. Siel oli Neptunus heppoineen. Sit jotenki ihmeenkaupalla loydettiin sellaselle nakoalapaikalle josta naky sit koko Rooman nahtavyystarjonta. Siel oli Forum Romanumit ja Colosseumit. Tyydyttiin kuvaamaan sielta ja lahettii sit takas teltoille. Rooman bussiliikenne on hanurista, eika ehitty sen takia kaymaan enaa uimassa, vaan lahettiin samantien suunnistamaan kohti Civitavecchiaa. Junassa sit oltii jo melkein Civitavecchiassa ku molemmat nukahettiin. Herasin sapsahtaen et voi ei onks taa nyt jo se, ja kysyin vierustoverilta vaik kuinka monta kertaa et onko taa Civitavecchia ja sit se oli vaa et sisisisisi! Siella laiturilla sit katteltii ku meijan juna menee ja seinassa lukee S. Marinella. Etta sillalailla. Ooteltii puol tuntii seuraavaa junaa. Kun vihdoin paastiin sinne, meilla ei ollu mitaa hajua mihin suuntaan menna. Seurattiin satamaan pain, ja seistii hetki jollai bussipysakilla. Sit tormattiin joihinki ranskalaisiin naisiin jotka oli kans menossa laivaan. Tosin eri laivaan ku me, ja se bussipysakki ois ollu just oikee. Vaellettiin sit ilmaisen shuttlebussin sijasta 40 minuuttia halki sen pikkukaupungin sinne satamaan. Oli taas ihan sietamattoman kuumaa ja kosteeta. Info ohjas meijat sit oikeeseen terminaaliin ja loydettiin se laiva. Sita onnen tunnetta.
Laivassa kohdattiin karu totuus. Ens yo istualtaan. Vallattiin kolmen penkin rivit molemmille, muahah. Suihkukahvan sai passia vastaan ja vesiki oli kylmaa. Meilla ei ollu ruokaa, ni syotiin sit sipseja. Tai no Tea soi munki sipsit. Loydettiin me sit joku ravintola josta sai mautonta pastaa. Syotiin ja koitettii nukkua. Aamulla oli heratys 5:00. Porto Torresista otettiin bussi Sassariin. Seitteman aikaa aamulla laitoin viestia meijan couchsurfing hostille Marcolle, ja se lupas tulla meita vastaan. Sassarin bussipysakilla joku random vanha mies ohjas meijat ja yhen islantilaisen perheen johonkin. Ei tiedetty mihin se meita ohjas, kukaa ei puhunu italiaa eika se mies tienny sanaakaa englantia. Loydettin sit ittemme jostai pikkukujalta. Siel oli kolme kulkukoiraa, tusina kissoja, yks tummaihonen ku kulki kokoaja vaa ees taas, yks pultsari joka kiemurteli autojen seassa ja keras maasta valkopaisia tupakantumppeja ja mumis ittekseen. Me oltiin et ei hittolainen, mihin me oikee ollaa tultu. o_o Siirryttiin johonki aukiolle ku Marco ei loytany meita sielta. Ma lahin sit ettii karttaa et tiedettais edes missa ollaan, ja silla valilla se oli loytany sinne mis Tea oli. Kaveltiin meijan hostin asunnolle ja huomattii etta onhan Sassarissa ihan sivistynyttakin keskustaa. Kamppa oli siisti, ei mikaa perus opiskelijaboxi. 4h, keittio, eteinen, iso kylpyhuone. Oli siel siis viel sen pari kamppistaki, Enrico ja Dante. Mentiin kolmen tunnin paivaunille silla valin ku Marco meni yliopistolle. Unien jalkeen kaytiin syomassa Bruchettet ja sit lahettiin rannalle Algheroon. Ihana paratiisi! Enrico kokkas meille maukasta ayriaiskesakurpitsa pastaa. Kaytiin viel ulkona ja tormattiin niiden kavereihin. Roberta, Lucia, Giorgio, Silvia, Julia and The guy with difficult name...
Keskiviikkona herattiin kasin aikaa ja otettii bussi Stintinoon, paratiisiranta! Ihanan turkoosia vetta ja simpukkahiekkaranta. Vuokrattii aurinkotuolit ja poltettiin itsemme lievasti. Syotiin pizzat ja totaalisesti rentouduttiin. Arsyttavinta oli kaikki kaupustelijat jotka kavi viiden minuutin valin kauppaamassa jotai feikki louis vuittoneita ja koruja ja ryysyja ja jalkahierontoja ja raah! Mun alloromanttinen Sparksin kirjottama Safehaven kirja loppu :( Bussissa meno matkalla oli sellanen aiti ja lapsi, ja nehan istu siihen meijan taakse. Se lapsi piti sellasta samaa aanta koko sen matkan ajan, tunti viistoista minsaa. Paaaa hajooosss! Eika siin viel mitaa, se sama aiti ja lapsi oli myos silla menomatkalla ja me oltiin ihan kauhuissamme et eiiii! mut se lapsi oli hiljaa, onneks.
Torstaiaamuna nukuttii puoleenpaivaan ja lahettiin kaupungille kiertelee. Oli kiva ku oli tuuli ni ei tuntunu mitenkaan kuumalta. Oli niin kiva! Kaytiin syomassa pahinta pastaa ikina, sellasta paperia. Mulla piti olla kalapastaa, mut se naytti silta et siihen ois ripoteltu jtn nakkileipaa tai korppujauhoja vaa paalle, nii ja oljya. Tealla oli ravioleita, eli siis pahvia jonka sisassa oli jotai mossojuustoa. Kierrelttin kaupunkia ja kauppoja ja ma ostin ihan simohalvan laukun! 6,30! 6,30!!! Heitin mun punasen laukunn puiston roskikseen. Hihih. Kaytiin hakee evasta ja koitettii varjaa mulle raitoi, mut ei tapahtunu mitaa. Marco ja sen kamppikset ja kaverit tuli sinne kampille juhlimaan kokeiden lapipaasya skumpalla ja me oltais haluttu jo nukkuu.
Aamulla noustiin 4:00 ja ensimmaiseks huomaan et Marcolta on tullu tekstari, klo 00:38. Me oltiin menty nukkuu jo joskus puolenyon aikoihin eli ei siis oltu heratty siihen viestiin. Siina se kerto et ei oo enaa paikkakunnalla, vaan on lahteny viemaan sen kamppista johonki Olbiaan. Siella ne juhli tunnin ajomatkan paassa Sassarista ja se ilmottaa vaa et 5:10 lahtee bussi Porto Torresiin. Jujuhan oli et Marco lupas vieda meijat satamaan viiden aikaa, koska meijan laiva lahtee 6:30 ja siel pitaa olla tuntia aikasemmin. Bussi kestaa 30 min, eli me myohastyttais check-inista jos jouduttais menee bussilla. Juostiin siina sit paniikissa bussipysakille ja etittiin taxinnumeroa. Onneks siel oli ihana nainen joka soitti meille taxin ja ehittiin 11 minuutissa Porto Torresiin. Oltiin siel satamassa 10 min ennen ku se bussi Sassarissa ois ees lahteny. Syotiin sit meijan kakkaa rusinaleipaa (luultiin sita suklaaleivaksi) ja nektariineja(oli pahoja) ja juotiin ylimakeutetut espressot. Naurettiin hysteerisesti ja saatiin vieroksuvia katseita. Noustiin sit jossai vaiheessa laivaan ja mentii nukkumaan.
Taas ne samat penkit. Tealla oli viel joku kapula siin sillee et jalkoi ei saanu suoraks :( Lievaa matkapahoinvointia oli ilmassa eika uskallettu menna syomaan. Kaytiin kannella jumittamassa ja mentii takas nukkuu. Kellohan oli siis jtn 12. Ma herasin puol kahelta ja kavin syomassa jotai. Laiva ei ees keinunu enaa nii paljoo. Taas ne filippiinilaiset siel itsepalveluravintolassa kyseli vaa et mista sa oot ja blaablaa. Kylla ma naan etta sita kokista saa siita toiselta hyllylta. Soin lasagnea ja keitettyja porkkanoita. Menin takas nukkumaan.
Noustiin joskus neljan aikoihin ja mentii kannelle nukkumaan. Tea soi purilaisen ja ma soin suklaa crepesin. Tuuli ihan liikaa.
Barcelonaa odotellessa <3
Oh, it's been a while. We have made our way to Sardegna.
On Wednesday the previous week we went to the beach in Lausanne again. Florentin was in a group that organized a party to the exchange students and we went there as well. We checked also the local nightclub with loads of people and music way too loud. It was crazy at least compared to Finland. We met some people who we talked to and went dancing also. We walked to Florentin's place through the city at four o'clock in the morning. I think it was half past four when we finally went to sleep?
In the morning we we're supposed to wake up early but when some finnish operatorseller called me, it was already half past nine and our train left three quarters ago. This is almost being a hobby, missing the trains. Well we didn´t take the next one either, but the next from that we did and did it in time. On the way we also managed to pick the most expensive big mac meals ever (one meal 11,5 frangs = about 9 euros and you had the to pay extra for the ketschup) and we ate them in the railwaystation while waiting for the train to arrive. We sat on the floor of the train again, untill the conductor came to charge us because we hadn´t made the reservation this time either, muahaha.
In Milan we made our way to Pavia, where Chiara lives and she came to the railwaystation to pick us up. She had brought me the onionbread I love from Teglio<3 She took us to a bar where you can buy a big cocktail with 10 euros and then eat as much as you can. It was perfect as we hadn´t eaten much in the last few days. Only some risotto made by Florentin.
After the buffet bar, Chiara showed us some Pavia at night and then we ended up in one bar to take one cocktails more. It was nice talking and relaxing.We smoked some waterpipetobacco and went to sleep late. In the morning we had a early wake up again as we wanted to go visit some shops in Pavia before going to Milan. Milan was hot but luckily there was aircondition in the stores. The sales had brought many other tourists shopping as well. Chiara made us awesome tomatopasta before we had to hurry to our nighttrain to Rome. We found our place easily. To our surprise we found out it was a great room we had just for us! Sheets and pillows, a sink, welcoming croissants and water, handtowels, soap, onesize paperslippers, toiletcover, everything you can only imagine! We were excited of the suite and made us feel home rightaway. Until the conductor came to check our tickets. He told us we we´re in the wrong room. Ours could be found from the car 7. There we found another places 45 and 47. The reality hit us when we saw the places we were going to sleep the coming night. No sheets, no pillows, mixed dorm with four beds. The beds were so narrow you could hardly turn without the fear of falling from the bed. It wouldn´t have been that bad if we hadn´t ended up first into the first class suite. Compared to that it was quite awful.
On Saturday morning, after a horrible night( there was this woman who snored so loud noone except her could sleep in that cabin, the room was shaking!!) we were finally in Rome. We ate our breakfast in the railwaystation where people were staring and pointing fingers toward us( Thanks to Tea´s blond hair;)) ). We found our way to the campingplace and while we waited for our tent to be ready, we went to the swimmingpools. The feeling when you reach the cool water in a hot summerday! I could had started to cry. Our tent was great with a door you could lock and three beds. It was only us in that tent and it was sooo cheap! And the aircondition was perfect;) Actually there we slept best sleeps for a while, both quality and quantity. In the evening of the arrival day we went to check the Vatican, and well, it was quite great. Pillars and fountains and a palace. And a shameful police! We couldn´t make it to the Basilisc because we were wearing too small clothes. Back at our campingplace, we went to the poolside again and bought drinks called Sex on the pool table. It was very sweet. Later that night there would had been Hawaii party but we were too tired so we just went to sleep.
Next morning we had put our alarmclock to wake us up, but when they rang we just decided to sleep some more. We went to check the Colosseum that was really hot as in hell and the thriumphal arch of Rome. After these we were supposed to go to walk through the Forum Romanum, but we just couldn´t make it, it was too hot. It was the mid-day, like 45 degrees, no shadows, no wind. Just the sun. We decided to go back to the swimming pools, and we lyed there a couple of hours. Later in that evening we ordered a bucketdrink, 1,5 liters, called Ciao Bella. It consisted a number of liquors and cranberry juice. Yammy! We took another tequila sunrises more, and second ones, and then ones more of something. We strolled around the campingplace and talked some girlstuff. One random russian guy took a photo of us with my camera and came later to tell us some random stuff. We checked this local Ciao Bella nightclub, but it was boring so we left. We went to our tent to eat some chicken and Tea had her pyjama in her head during the whole ritual. At least so it shows in the pictures.
On Monday before we had to catch our ship, we tried again to visit the Forum Romanum and Fontana de Trevi. We got off in the wrong metrostop and found accidentally some other sightseens on our way to the Forum Romanum. The monument of Vittorio Emmanuele, which was a huge palace, some museum, fountains and plazas. In the Fontana de Trevi there was this Neptunus with his horses. Then we found somehow to a high place where we could see all the major sightseens in Rome, Forum Romanum, and behind it Colosseum again and some churches. We took some photos up there and headed back to our tents. Because the public trafic in Rome sucks, we didn´t manage to go to the pools before we had to go to the ship. We took a train to Civitavecchia and when we were almost there, we both fell asleep and when we stopped to one station I asked hysterically from some woman if we were now in Civitaveccia already. She said just sisisisi so we got out from the train. There in the platform we watched as our train left to Civitavecchia and we stood in a platform called S. Marinella. Well, there we waited half an hour for the next train to Civitavecchia. When in Civitavecchia, we didn´t have a clue where to go and we just stood in one busstop. Then we met two french woman who was also going to a ship to Sardegna. But different ship from ours. And the busstop would have been the right one. So we walked there like 40 minutes in the extremely hot weather, we could have taken the bus. In the information point they told us the right place where to go and the feeling when we saw our ship in the harbour, it was amazing.
In the ship we realized the truth that we was supposed to sleep in a sitting position. We took over three seats so we could lay down. To get to the shower I had to give them my passport, and the water was cold. We didn´t have any food so we ate chips. Or Tea ate mine as well. We found one restaurant where we ate tasteless pasta. After eating we tried to sleep. We had to wake up 5 am. From Porto Torres we took a bus to Sassari. At 7 am I sent a text message to our host that he could come to pick us up. In the Sassari busstop some random old guy led us and one Icelandic family to somewhere, I think he was trying to show us where the center was, but we got lost anyway. We ended up to some small streets where there was a lot of free dogs, cats and one guy who walked just around the street, one guy who strolled between the cars and collected whiteheaded cigaretbutts and mumbled to himself. We were thinking like what the hell, where we have ended up. o_o We moved on to some plaza because our host Marco couldn´t find us there. Finally he found us and we went to his and his flatmates place. It was a nice big apartment, with four rooms, big kitchen and bathroom and a hallway. Marco lives with his flatmates Enrico and Dante. We took three hours nap and went to eat some bruchettes before going to the beach Alghero. It was like a paradise! Enrico cooked us delicious pasta. In the evening we went out and met their friends; Roberta, Lucia, Giorgio, Silvia, Julia and The guy with difficult name...
On Wednesday we woke up quite early and took a bus to Stintino, beach La Pelosa, it was like a paradise! With the turquoise water and beachsand full of empty tiny shells. We rented beds and umbrella and burned us a little. We ate delicious pizza and just relaxed the whole day. The sellers were annoying, every five minutes someone trying to sell us some fake louis vuitton bags, clothes and jewels and massage and blah! I finished my book of suryplovestory written by Nicolas Sparks, Safehaven :( On the bus in our way to the beach there was this woman with a child, and the kid made the same noise the whole time, an hour and a half. It was okay, but then when we were wating for the bus to go back to Sassari, the same woman and child were waiting for the bus. Our heads were already exploding because of the first way there! Luckily the kid was sleeping.
On the Thursday we slept untill noon. We went to the city to stroll around and luckily there was enough wind that it didn´t even feel so hot. We ate the worst pasta ever. It was like eating paper. My pasta was supposed to be something with fish, but there was just a lot of oil and some small brown morsel that looked like a small pieces of dry ryebread. Tea had raviols, that was the same paper with some awful cheesstuff inside it. We strolled around the city and I bought soo cheap purse! only 6,30! 6,30 think about that!! I throwed my red purse in to a trash in the park, hih. We bought some food for the next day and went to Marcos place. We tried to dye my hair, but nothing happened. Later Marco´s flatmates and friends came home to celebrate their passing of the exams with sparkling wine and we were just about to go to sleep.
In the morning, we woke up at 4 am, and first thing I see is a text message in my telephone. A sms from our host at 00:38 am, where he says that he´s not in town anywhere but somewhere taking his friend to another ship in Olbia. There they were celebrating one hour away from Sassari and he just tells us there is a bus that leaves at 5:10 am to Porto Torres. And the point was that he promised to take us to Porto Torres by car because our ship leaves 6:30 am and if we took the first bus in the morning, it would be too late because the bus takes 30 minutes to Porto Torres and we had to be there at least one hour before the departure. Then we ran in panic to the busstation and hoped to find some taxi number. Luckily there was one nice woman who called us taxi. It took us 11 minutes to get to Porto Torres and we were there 10 minutes earlier than the bus even left from Sassari. There we ate our breakfast which was awful bread with raisings ( we thought it was chocolatebread) and nectarines ( they were bad) and oversweetened espressos. We laughed hysterically and got strange looks towards us. We embarked to the ship and went to sleep.
Again those horrible seats. This time Tea had to take a row of seats where there was this arm of an armchair. She couldn´t strect her legs. The ship was swinning heavily and so was our heads. We woke up at 12 am to try to go to eat but we couldn´t make it. We sat in the deck for a while and went back to sleep. I woke up at half past one and went to eat something. The swinging wasn´t that bad anymore. Again the filippines asked me where do I come from and blaablaablaa. Yes, I can see the coke is on the second shelv. I ate lasagne and boiled carrots. Then again I went back to sleep. We woke up like four pm and went again to the deck to sleep some more. Tea ate a horrible hamburger and I ate crepe with chocolate. It was way too windy.
Waiting to get to Barcelona!<3
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