nylonmeals
so not wanting to come back to storm swept Britain tomorrow
| it looks like California, all mountains, national parks and white sand, but its Spain |
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| sometimes in life it is possible to eat too much squid |
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| my run takes me past massive yachts and little donkeys |
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| woken by the sound of the sea, almost feel inspired enough to go for a run |
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| the sand sculptor has built a life size model of John Wayne |
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| worried that my tan will fade before we get back to London |
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| we are waitlisted at El Bulli but i dont really hold out much hope |
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| weather clouding over, so its an afternoon of watching the DNC on CNN |
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| wanting the Mr T GPS system |
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| cooing wood pigeons must be one of my favourite sounds |
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| the average age of our hotel is 57 i think |
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| GPS should be marketed as marriage savers, what did we do before them?! |
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| wondering who owns the masice three storey yacht in the harbours |
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| off to old port district to what we have been promised is best paella in Barca |
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| we arrive home as the sun rises, the never ever happens in London!! |
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| boarding a coach to take us up to a wedding in a monestary |
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| thinking about what beach to go to |
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| cocktail parties in Spain start the same time that F and i usually go home |
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| basking in the sunshine in the europcar car park in Barcelona |
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