and we'll walk the fields of gold

it is wonderfully humid and this desk that my laptop is currently sitting on is just beside the open patio doors of our aparment. the patio doors which open onto the balcony from which you can see over almost all of madrid. the room still smells of lemons from when my dad made lemonade earlier.

it truly doesn't get better than this. god, i would give anything to live here, my home (because it does feel like it now, it truly does. if only i could master the language now). mi abuela says i am welcome to come live with her anytime, but that did not please my mother in the slightest unfortunately, says shes having no daughter of hers across the world. (i think its just because she'd be jealous, stuck back with grey clouds and endless rain whilst her daughter paraded happily in the sunshine.)

we're only here for a month, but i don't think i ever want to leave (i say that everytime we come over. and yet i always find myself at the airport eventually, with tears in my eyes.)

in other news; i have lost all creative inspiration. mother and i are walking lots tomorrow, she is taking photographs and i will be sketching and attempting to write so hopefully something will come flooding back.

oh god. i still have an english to do. my parents demanded i find out ALL work i'd be doing whilst off school and bring it with me. sob.