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Hello dears

I am seated in the internet café of my school with the scratchy throat and eyeballs that comes from drinking too much chardonnay! Lat night an old friend of mine Adrian Devant took me out to a champagne bar called Ginger which was very warm looking with leather chairs and wood pannelling and a big fluffy sheep dog on the floor. We drank a delicious wine called clot om and generally caught up...many years ago when I was 17 my parents took me and Gabi out of school for a few months and we embarked on a European tour following where my dad was working. We went to ireland and stayed in a a small country cottage for 2 weeks, then went to barcelona. In my 17 year old state I was melodramatically perishing for lack of friend and then popped up as if like a present Adrian and Sarah, a brother and sister living in Barcelona. They spent 10 days taking me to restaurants and discos and breakfasts and generally making me so happy I could squeal! The instant comfort we had then is still here after these gaps of years...