My CrAzY Life

I'm now in Poland, so I owe a few of my readers a break from going on about paranoid personality disorder and all of its glories. After Granada Andrea and I went to Malaga, which was nice but hot, then to Seville (I think I want to live there) which was great and hot, and then Cordoba, which was nice but.....hot. Seriously, though, Seville was fantastic, so pretty, and we had a great hostel.

Monday morning was hectic, though. We left the hostel in Cordoba at 7am, skipping breaky (damn), walked to the bus station and got a 4.5 hour bus ride back to Madrid. So far we had not eaten or drunk anything. Because we couldn't find an internet cafe all week we were about to lose out on printing up the ryanair tickets, and would have to pay a fortune to check-in online. So we knew of two locations - near my old house in Oporto (and not in Getafe) and near Magda's place. We opted for near Oporto, jumped on the metro, and wouldn't ya know it.....Oporto was blocked off due to renovations, so the metro didn't even get there. Right, so now it was off to Magda's old place with all of our crap. We printed off the tickets, hurried to my uni and I arrived half an hour before my exam. Andrea said that she would wait in the cafeteria and then we would have to hurry to the post office so that she could send her stuff back and lighten her load, because she was worried about the weight. But instead of waiting, she went off and did it anyway. The exam was okay, nothing too serious, and you'd think that we could relax a bit, but no. We went back to Magda's for a bite to eat (I say 'back to Magda's' even though she wasn't there, she was in Poland at this stage, so I'm talking about the area she lived in), and then we hauled our asses over to the airport where the inevitable happened:

After one year, I was now leaving Spain.

We arrived in Luton, south of London, and arrived in downtown London at 1am. Ug. Halfway to the hostel we decided to turnn around and not even bother, but instead to do an all-nighter, because we would have to get a 6.38 bus out of there, and 3 hours in bed sounded far worse than pushing on through the night. So.....an impromptu all-nighter. We're nuts. But we did it, and arrived at the airport early enough. But finally, after a long day, lots of travelling, we arrived in Poland!

Magda came to pick us up and her little town is soooooo pretty. I've learnt a few phrases of Polish, none of which I can write, but there's this one:

Ko-hump-che, which said fast enough while Andy isn't paying attention sounds like 'go hump a chair'. Her reaction was priceless. "Well then go hump a chair, you idiot!" She wants me to clarify that she was picking biscuits, or juice, at the time, so her attention was elsewhere. PS. Ko-hump-che means 'I love you'. Awwwww.

Last night I drank vodka with the Poles. Good God, I should have died, but I didn't. I first had 3 shots of standard vodka, and then a 90% proof shot, which is ludicrous. And then along came a home-made brand, which I was ordered to drink, so all up I had the equivilant of 6 standard shots within an hour, and should have felt something quite significant, but I didn't. I felt tipsy, but certainly not drunk. But at long last we got to sleep. No hangover, so that was awesome.

I'm still trying to get Magda to teach me 'stop pissing in my shoe' in Polish. I think it's the perfect thing to learn in Polish, simply because of the story factor. I'll explain in person, but not in a blog ;)