Monday, 30th June 2008 CAMEMBER CHEESE

Monday 30th June 2008 CAMEMBER CHEESE
I’m a bit burnt. I don’t know why this morning I decided I didn’t need anymore sunscreen. I thought that after a week under the sun, it would be ok and I wouldn’t need anymore sunscreen…WRONG.
Since the last time, a lot has been going on. I’ve met loads of people, I’ve worked a lot, I’ve felt deceived and I’ve regretted being here. Not anymore.

The first four days were hideous. I spent those days varnishing wood and fixing buildings. I would only stop to have lunch and diner. Than God they have diner early (6 pm) and that, after that, work was over.
As usual, the free time I had, I spent it on my own, doing whatever I wanted or had to do. When it comes to make friends…I usually take a lot of time. I don’t have any problem making friends (u all know), it’s just that I rather give them all some time. After some time, one usually knows where and with whom they want to be friends with. I don’t really know completely, but I have a slightly idea. Either way, some of the people don’t trust me anymore. Hehehehe. I think it’s definitely not a good idea to tell them openly that it’s better to not trust anyone here, until a couple of weeks or one month have gone. But it’s true!!!! It’s the truth!! People are just scared of it. You shouldn’t trust anybody until a while has gone. That doesn’t mean you can’t be friends with them…it just means that you’ve got to protect yourself a bit. It’s always better to prevent than to heal, no?
It was good that the kids finally arrived, because I was getting pretty down of being all the time alone and spending my days varnishing and just speaking to walls and wasps. Oh! That’s a good story, one of my bosses seemed like she wanted the job done that same day. So these were her words: “Varnish, and when you see many wasps, go varnish the next one”. Yeap, good idea. In my family, my dad and my little brother are allergic to wasp stings. Since I am not…I did the varnishing, really worried though. Not only there were wasps, but also nests behind that massive wall of wood.
Apart from all that, I’ve been trained by a very, very, very wise man some archery and some shooting, at which I’m really good at, hahaha I’ve also learnt some new games. OH! And I’m not only teaching sailing, but also boarding! And it happens to be that each day, my balance gets a loooot better. I could be the next best surfer in the world if I wanted to! Narly!!! ;) I can stand up; bend my knees up and down, fast and slow; I can make forward rolls and run and hit the water!!; hahahaha, I can even jump on it! Jump o it!! Jump on it!! What I still cannot do quite well is running across a line of boards all put up together with the children sitting on them. I cannot even take two steps without falling. Hehehehehe. Anyway, I spent my days in silence, if I least I could listen to English people talking or speak myself…By the way, I’m getting good at accents.
On the other hand, my English is getting pretty good. Some of the people don’t seem to be bothered when they have to repeat some stuff or have to do crazy gestures and loooong sentences to give me the exact meaning of a word. Others do, unfortunately. They make me feel a bit guilty at first. But what the f***!! I don’t care. I came here to learn. People who don’t enjoy helping other people…don’t really cope very well with my likings. If they’re not nice enough to do something like that, they’re not nice enough for me.
BUT my English is getting very, very good. I can even start to distinguish the Northern monkey’s accents from the Southern fairies’ accent (Special kiss to my favourite Southern fairy lost in the prairies of Oz.). I’ve even learnt how to ask somebody to shot the door: “Put the wood in the hole” (??...or something like that. Let me check. OK: Put wood in ole/oil) That’s slang for some Northern monkeys.
Here are my favourite words of the week:
Izzy
Skank
Pikey
Wimp
Twat
Soggy
Bickering
Farting about
Lick!! (as in great!)
Narly
Southern fairies
Once in a blue moon
Shiver ma timbers!!! AAAARR
Oh oh!! Were did pirates live?? MadagascARRRR
Really bad joke, but I had to jot it don.
Massive
Chilaxing
Anyway, there are loads of others, but I can’t really remember right now.

I’ve already had my day off!! And now I’m having an evening off! J
Anyway, I had massive plans for my day off. I wanted to go to a near village called Ussel. Once I got there I was supposed to go to a store, buy Camember cheese, bread and a bottle of water. From there, I’d go to the lake where I wanted to spend the day chilaxing, having a perfect lunch, tanning and trying to get rid of the awful tan lines I’m getting because of the watersports job. I have to always wear a short sleeve T-shirt, shorts and water shoes. L
Anyway, in the morning, I had breakfast with my job peers. Then, I did my laundry, I showered, I hung my laundry and I went off. I started walking towards the train station. I got lost. I found two French men and asked. They were tres gentil and they gave me a ride to the station. When I got there, the bloke who worked there told me there wasn’t another train for nearly three hours… So, I decided to walk down to the lake, chill and then come up to the station again. I didn’t get lost. But after 45 minutes walking under a very warm sun, I saw an enormous hill I had to walk up (after that there was another 20 minutes walk) and all my strength flew away… I decided to have a walk through the streets of the village. Meanwhile, a really pathetic guy in a car spent his morning (at least 45 minutes of it) driving up and down, going round and round and passing next to me every 3 minutes waving hi with his straw hat. Anyways, got to a cake store and as I was buying a little cake, my boss came in. He took me to Ussel after I narrated him the morning of my first day off. Once in Ussel, I bought my wet suit T-shirt and all the things I had written down on a list. I had three hours to get to the last train. The lake was 15 minutes to my right, the village was to my left: the station was 4 km to my left. I didn’t know how long it was going to take me, so I walked up the hill (the village is very well known because it was erected on a massive hill. Really tireing. Got to the station, two hours left. I sat on a bench, in the shadow, and with a piece of bread in one hand and the round circle of Camember cheese in the other, I had one of the best lunches od the week. Ohhhh Camember, my dear Camember, each time I think of you, my saliva pours to the ground…Oh, Camember Cheese, my dear Camember Cheese.
Anyways, after that I saw one of those flowery American comic-drama movies I love and winded up sad. As usual… Being masochist, lets call things by its name. Consequently, asked a pretty out of time, moment or context, question, I shouldn’t have asked yet in the first place. Obviously, I haven’t had a reply yet.

But, let’s just forget about it.
Dear smurf girls, I love u all, miss u a lot. I’m having loads of fun. I cannot login often, I wouldn’t even say anything near to often. The conection here is Wifi, but somehow, I can’t reach the signal with any of my friends computer. Plus, haven’t got that much time. I can only log in at early nights, because this wifi area is located in the bar, and it shuts its doors quite early too. Once it closes, there’s no wifi, there’s nothing. Above all that, I have to try and socialise a bit more…and I can’t keep missing the last drink before going to sleep.

My dear girls, loads of love, have a great summer.
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