"Its so hot they shut the windows and door to keep the cool in" my mum had warned me, but i didnt believe it until i peeled myself off my chair in the 44 degree heat today. Luckily i passed on my solo trip to Toledo an amazingly pretty but heat trapped city, in favour of a 3 euro pool entre. sitting at the base was like sitting in an oven and packing three backpacks worth of stuff into one was a tough task, even for someone as stubborn as me. We watched as people left one by one, the emotional ones were crying on and off all day, and other walking round contemplating their stone heart and wondering what was wrong with them not blubbing at the sight of another backpack being taken out the door.
But soon enough it was me - thank goodness, i was so excited to be going home, it had been such a crazy emotional week. I had eventually spoken to my dad his flight had been delayed until late unto the night, maybe one day i would see him again, maybe not. Still I had memories of our dinners i would always treasure.
As we got to the airport i had told the girls i didnt want long tearful goodbyes, just jokes a slap on the arse and see you later please...lots of laughing and a quick parting, i hated goodbyes and so it was a quick and cheerful goodbye and that was that, i was in the airport by myself. For the next 5 hours i lived out 'The Terminal' film as my flight was delayed adding to my already long wait. But eventually i rolled through the gate to see debs little face waving in the crowd.
A glass of champagne at home with mum, and round to the girls for fajitas and champers before falling into my bed...my bed, in my house!
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