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It's a cruel twist of fate that anything that can go wrong, will, most particularly when you need things to go right. And this is precisely what happened the night before we had to catch a flight to Barcelona. Hashtag car problems or whatever. We did, however, thankfully make it to Barcelona in one piece (after an imposter tried to pretend they were me) and, after a quick breather at our airbnb, decided we were indeed really fucking hungry and found a "homely" place for some tapas. Tried bull tail for the first time and it reminded me of Kaldereta (the kind my mom makes, which is awesome). We walked down towards the docks at La Ramblas, but were too tired for much else after that, seeing as we were running on about 2 hours sleep and were 100% knackered by then.

The next morning we were out by 11am and went straight to Mercado de La Boqueria, which is just on La Ramblas and is fairly easy to miss if you're not really sure what it might look at. There's a decent crowd there at all times during the day though, so you should manage to find it as long as you're not a total idiot. Shit was colourful, food everywhere, lots of fishy-meaty smells. You know, like a food market. I must say that it was fun to recognise some foods there that we also have in the Philippines. Nostalgia can be tasty sometimes.

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After the market, we headed down La Ramblas towards the beach, because beach in November, am I right? I mean, if you can do, why not. The water was freezing cold, but I probably dipped my feet in a handful of times because I miss having the ocean readily available for my consumption 24/7. I mentioned this to my cousins and they were mainly surprised that I couldn't just go to the beach whenever I wanted. Kiwis are spoilt in terms of access to nature. Gaaaaawd it was so good to see the beach and hear the ocean and not be in the middle of a big grey, cloudy city. I don't care what you think, but the ocean is calming as hell and if I could use it as an active form of therapy everyday, I fucking would.

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More photos to come, but no more for now because I am literally falling asleep as I type this. I hope you kittens have been keeping well xx



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I went to London a couple of weeks ago and it was super duper awesome hanging out with spectacular people. The trip, though short-lived, was a lovely change from the otherwise typical Bremen schedule and I only wish that more time could've been spent there.

1. Seeing my friend Sandra again. The last time we saw each other was when she visited me here in Bremen last year.
2. It hardly rained and the weather was surprisingly mostly pleasant.
3. Free comedy show.
4. Tower Bridge was super pretty.
5. People were driving on the side of the road that makes it less likely for me to get run over.
8. Having each photo I took of my friends turn out awesomely coz they're both ridiculously good looking, photogenic people and it literally makes me feel like throwing up sometimes (in a totally good way, of course).
9. Greenwich Park looking boss as fuck.
10. Let's just say "my friends" again, because good people should always be appreciated. They make me both happy and mad (because they are perfect people) in equal measures.
11. Rootbeer.
12. "Yo, where we at?"

1. The really stupidly placed bus stop "at" the airport which makes it really likely for you to miss your bus.
2. I was still recovering from being sick for a week so felt slightly feverish that first day.
3. A bird's butt exploded all over my friend's hair. Didn't so much suck for me, but I imagine it sucked for her.

Next stop will be Barcelona. Fingers crossed for awesome weather (in November!).

Love (sort of),

p.s I was totally kidding with the "sort of" part. Without you I am nothing.



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Dear New Zealand,

Yes, that's an anatomically correct drawing of a penis on my bedroom door. No, I did not draw it. Yes, it has my name on it. No, I will not tell you why.

I was not sick for a good 4 days before I got sick again. After recovering from my runny nose and irritable cough, my crohn's disease decided it hadn't had enough airtime, and therefore decided to grace my body with its appearance. You'd think I'd get used to the pain by now, but it's always very disheartening and frustrating when it flares up. I'm currently keeping the pain at bay as best as I can while also trying to deal with the feverish outbursts and sore throat. Basically, my body is currently a war zone and my immune system is losing. But, *sigh* such is life!

On the bright side, I now own Star Wars sneakers, which is awesome. Freimarkt is also happening and the fallen leaves are all brightly coloured and crunchy. New Zealand also won against France, but I suppose that was a given. That being said, I get so cocky, so easily and I am terrible at trash talk, but I talk a lot of trash. I don't imagine many of the French supporters were happy with me last Saturday. But, ya know, they can go suck my dick or whatever.

I'm gonna go back to bed now coz reasons.

Wishing you health and fortune,



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Dear New Zealand,

GUESS WHAT I GOT SICK AGAIN AND IT SUCKED BALLS BUT HEY LET'S STAY POSITIVE. We made it to the quarter finals, that's pretty neat-o, right? Wooohoo, go All Blacks!

I managed to get sick on a Thursday, and though my hopeful little heart hoped that I would be better by the weekend, it was not to be. This meant that I missed out on climbing some fucking mountains, which totally bummed me out. It bummed me out way more than it should've. Felt reaaaally homesick and had a little baby cry in the bathroom of Beard Man's place coz apparently I'm the bitch who reaaaaaaally needs to see some mountains.

Instead, I spent the weekend blowing my nose and being overall super gross which, as you know, is my truly sexiest form. Had some asian food in the viertel, made some asian food, slept a lot. Really not such an eventful week for me. The weather is beginning to get unfairly cold. Like, what the fuck, man. It's only fucking October for crying out loud! How is mother nature justifying this bullshit?!

I'll have you know that taking out my winter coat was taken with a lack of grace and much regret.

Still lovin' ya,