#11

Hello again!

Writing through a Swedish router (again) as I yo-yo back down the country to our capital, once more. Happy to have spent two lovely weekends in Newcastle, weather was good and abundance of friends even better. Trying not to step on anybody's toes on the train - quite literally. Long legs and short leg room. The poor woman opposite me.

Bit more serious than normal - sickened by the news about Gaza. Not as sickened as my Dad, who cannot seem to stomach listening to Israeli 'apologists' on the radio.

Trying to muster up the motivation to finish the work I've started, so that I can properly enjoy my Summer. Plans include Festival Internacional de Benicássim, possibly a short trip abroad somewhere else and my 21st Birthday, the Monday before Notting Hill carnival! Excited as I've never been. A little trip to Paris might be on the cards, too. Funds permitting.

Having been at home I am now, of course, laden with food. My Dad gets notoriously stressed out about missing trains (which I think I have only done once in my life) and even though we were cutting it fine, his insistence to ply me with a deli made sandwich overcame his jumpy desire for me to arrive 50 minutes before my train, and he made sure I was being fed. Parma ham and sundried tomatoes, made by the slowest sandwich maker North of the Tyne (which, as you can imagine, added to my Father's already twitch-inducing worry). Made the train, and zooming into Darlington as we speak.

That's all for now. My beautiful little Lomo Diana camera is coming on Thursday and after that I imagine I'll be much more productive with my visual aids. Until then, enjoy Ghost Town by The Specials*, as I shall do whilst tanned and tipsy at Benicássim.

*I'd have linked, but the train doesn't want me on youtube. Bad sport.

beijos