Espanol (",)

I am sorry I have been on sabatical for a while, I was in Espanol working on my tan (it's red and blistered and coming along nicely thank you)


So I packed up my flip flops, my Cheryl Cole sunhat, my too small dresses and "I boarded a train and I caught me a plane" and flew my newly skinny ass (months at the gym) to Espanol....

4 Girls, 5 cases, 1 week, 1 apt, 1 car, 1 plane and more importantly no where to run!

We set off on an adventure, a holiday of holidays and we prayed we'd make it back alive... no screaming matches, no claws out, no gouging of the eyes or pulling of the hair, no tantrums, no boys and no MOBILE PHONES!!


The thing about girls is mobile phones cause chaos, we are not happy unless we attracting attention, even unwanted attention! We want someone to text us but when they do we bitch about it so the phones were to be left alone!


Touchdown in Malaga:

Getting off the plane, one of the girls pushes me, I slide down the tarmac and give myself some form of carpet/tarmac burn to the Knee. The claws are out as I kick her case and all her clothes topple - an eye for an eye!

1 hour into this adventure we are still rambling around the airport carpark looking for our car, 'puedele me ayuda' but no one can help me!! Ok finally find it and now can't find our way out, this is a disaster waiting to happen!!

But I need this break, it's been a long month for me. My nieces anniversary, my dad's 60th birthday had he been here , my best friends anniversary and the one that hit me hardest :( My niece's killer being released. Yes she has served half her three year sentence, a whole 547 days behind bars :(:( It's a feeling of resentment and confusion. So this trip was a way to forget it all.

Have you ever seen those guinness book of records programmes where they fit 15 people in a mini, well sending 4 girls on holidays to one apartment is pretty much the same. Too close, too confined, too confused, add alcohol to the mix and you get too cocky........

We unpacked on our first day (literally threw my clothes in a drawer), grabbed a very large bottle of vodka, a couple of cans of red bull and hit the pool, 45 minutes later I am floored, I think I am Pamela Anderson in the water, without the Hoff to save me if I drown and I am singing till my hearts content... Oh god was it great to forget it all :)

In the week there, I ate, ate some more, ate again, drank, drank some more, drank again (managed to walk into a CLOSED patio door and knock myself out), lost purposely on cards so I could drink the shots :), saw how the other half lived :( (In big yachts while driving Ferarris in Puerto Banus) and met some great and fun people.
But do you know what mattered more to me than the people, the sun, the pool, the drink, the food, the place or even forgetting my life, it was that I was there with 4 friends who I was sure would kill each other but we didn't, we laughed so much we sounded like screaming pornstars, we cried so much I think we may have actually bust some bladders, we danced till the early morning, we slept till the late evening and we talked about all things girlie, about all things we cared about, we missed, we regret, we forgave and most of all we wanted.

So the holiday abroad: €100
The drink consumed: €300
The food consumed: €200
The memories I keep forever : Priceless!!!

For anyone out there that misses a friend, take my advice it's better than any drink or drug or any other high you want to feel when they pick your spirits up. Pick up the phone and swallow your pride :)

When life hands you lemons...........Don't make lemonade.
Just call your friends, grab a bottle of tequilla and pass around the salt ;)