Monday

When you havent written for so long it hard to know where to begin. I could tell you about my new appartment, getting to know my flat mate, the good people I've met whom i hope will become friends, my trips to Paris and Portugal, the seamingly endless beaches, my inadequate tan, the drunken nights, weekends in Tarifa, one of my best friends visit, the Madrilenian invasion, the loniless and shopping binges that followed, the ferria and fiestas, or or my ever evolving job.

But I won't. I can't.....