November 20, 2013

I finally talked with Naveen about what transpired over the weekend. He did say he was upset about how the night unfolded but was over it, so for me not to be bothered by it anymore. ALRIGHTY THEN.

He had pulled his traps during the tournament, so I was using this conversation time to practice on him and work the kinks out while catching up. 

ENTER Fiona. No one was talking to her, yet she decided to insert herself into a conversation meant to be private. Then she started describing what she was seeing on his phone at the top of her lungs. Ma’am?

We stopped talking so fast, she didn’t have time to recover and ask what happened. We both got up and went our separate ways. The conversation could be continued at a later date without this ‘ooman around. 

I hope he never says anything personal around her cause by the time he blinks, the ENTIRE campus will know. 



November 17, 2013

We made it back to campus in time for breakfast. Again.

This time we actually grabbed breakfast, and then headed to the gym for the last moments of the volleyball tournament that had started last night. 

Let’s backtrack. A week or so prior in our weekly Aula meeting, they told us about the tournament and that if we wanted to play we should sign up a team. Now, there’s a bunch of us who go to the gym and play all the time. So, why wouldn’t those be the people to sign up, no?

NO. Eeyore and Kip decided they were in charge of the team and selected who THEY wanted to play, including Shadow, who was a TERRIBLE player. Okay. No imminent hard feelings. Build a team who you think will win.

Fast forward to Saturday night before we headed out. We had stopped by the gym to catch a few games and see some old faces. When we got there, the whole team was upset cause they were losing due to some choices that “Captain” Kip had made. I’d love to say I was sympathetic, but I wasn’t. I was quite excited that they were losing with all their ‘prized players’.

It was on that night that we were formally introduced to Buzz, a spaniard who had a salacious record of coitus with students.

*sips the hottest tea*

Back to Sunday morning. The students team was eliminated last night (MUAHAHAHAHAHAAAA) and Buzz was kotch-up with a student in the bleachers. After two games we called it a day and went to catch some shut-eye. 


Hi Violet!!


November 16, 2013

I woke up…….on the wrong side of the bed.

When I was in Italy, I found out that a friend from school had suicided and I had compartmentalized it until our return to Valencia, or more specifically, now. That’s never a good thing but I was clearly working on my coping methods. Give me some time for growth. 

 It was raining, and I didn’t feel like going to church but that’s normally the place to find emotional and spiritual relief so I dragged my corpse through the motions and headed off. 


I got to church and my fave, Wasabii (we met at Campamento) was front and center. From since I met him he has always given great hugs (the culture has no personal boundaries) and today was no exception. Unfortunately, Fluffy was also there with him. *rolls eyes*

Not someone I wanted to see, but I was not raised in a barn, so I said my cordial greetings and he shared his opinion on how attractive he thought Kip was. Sir……where is your girlfriend? Go to her, please. 

After church, I spotted Naveen and we confirmed the plans we had made during the week. We would visit my birthday spot to help lift some spirits, which I could’ve used. 


SURPRISINGLY, Amipa decided she wanted to attend this time. Colour me shocked when she actually started getting dressed. Dahlia and Taffyta (remember she was in attendance) also tagged along with us. The Four set out to Valencia ready for a night of music and mischief. What we ran into was M A Y H E M! Bliss was crying and stumbling about. Stallion could barely walk much less stand on his own. There was urinating in cans and sitting in vomit. ALL BAD.

Of course, besides myself, PJ and Naveen were upset, because these people couldn’t go inside the event like this, and we technically couldn’t leave them outside. Since they parked close to the front door we slowly moved the mayhem towards the vehicles, to come upon the boss level. Sherlock was facedown on the pavement, liquefied, Eva was stumbling about whilst Shadow (what were YOU doing here?) was looking helpless and Watson was at his wits end trying to contain them. M A D N E S S. 

THEN! To make matters madder. First, Bliss wasn’t allowed entry because of her current state and Chalk (who she was with) waltzed inside and left her alone, crying. Jerk #1. Secondly, Eeyore, who had decided to stay with the Stallion, changed his mind and pawned him off onto Fiona. 

Leading to PJ, Naveen and Watson transporting the non-entries to their respective places for the night, and them not joining us in the event as well.  

At least Dahlia had fun.



November 15, 2013



Where da heat at?!

The freezing weather in Spain was pretty much preparing me for winter in Canada.

On another note, we sang tonight. We knew we had to sing tonight, yet allllllllllllllllllllllllll through the week people were dodging songs/musicians choices. THEN, this new group chat popped up with a NEW MEMBER and an……….irregular Friday night song choice.


This past Sunday whilst walking to Week-of-Prayer, I was exposed to a conversation with the new member (Pearl) telling Areca that she felt left out and wanted to sing, which Areca promptly messaged to Eeyore (which I was also present for).

Fast forward a day.

The new group chat popped up with Pearl and I asked Eeyore to be honest and tell me why she was added to the group. HE TOLD ME this cock-and-bull story about her always wanting to be in the group but she wasn’t ‘able’. She wasn’t able?! What exactly was hindering her?? Or better yet, WHO was hindering her??

Fast forward another day.

I was the only who didn’t know the song, so I had put some time aside to binge learn it to get ready for the haphazard practice that was thrown together last minute; to get to practice where Areca and Pearl ran off to pick oranges.


It’s Thursday, and the group chat dinged with wants of a band, which we were able to accumulate by Friday to have yet ANOTHER haphazard practice. If my eyes could’ve rolled any harder in this practice I would’ve been looking at my brain. Pearl was not trying to sing into the mic, nor project. I just….

Which brings us to tonight. The band did great, #ShoutoutToTheBand. The singers…….. well…..I’ll go with mediocre.

Enough, Baby Jesus.

I’ve had enough. No more.


November 10, 2013


When I first arrived in Spain (this time around) there was a chap working in the cafeteria who took an interest in me.

Meh……not suspicious at all.

Everything was fine and dandy until I realized he was a Theology major, then I started having questions. Questions that were FINALLY answered during this nights meal.

HE IS MARRIED! And! He also has offspring. BOOOOOOOOYYYYYYYYY stop flirting with all these wimennnzzzz!! Granted, there are a few gems here who could care less that he’s married. Sis……..

Nuh Dweeetttttt. 

(don’t do it)


November 9, 2013



Today we sang in church for the start of WoP (Week of Prayer). Our song was………. questionable. We have one more date to sing and I’m definitely on the fence about it because people L O V E to sing loud in practice and then mouse up when it’s rostrum time. 


This week was also family lunches, and we went by Ana!! Her spot was clean, the food was amazing and it felt ‘homey’. It was an excellent break from campus and the cafeteria. Most of us were ready to drop asleep where we sat, but Sherlock just H A D to go back to campus and didn’t want to walk. Then, Sesame didn’t want to leave yet, but also didn’t want to walk when we would actually leave. WHOLE BUNCH OF NON-WALKERS. 

SN: This was my first time ever wearing a body-con dress and I was skeptical, but it came out quite nicely. Also, SHOUTOUT to my bantu knots turning out great. 


November 8, 2013

This morning I decided to use some pent up energy and go running with Dahlia.



The exercise was a great start to the morning, despite hating running. 


Of course on a Friday the Grade 6’s choose to run rampant because we are all just tired of school. The interesting part of the class was ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL the little boys cornering me by the desk to gush over how gorgeous Bliss (my coworker) is. G U S H. Then! At the end of the gushing, they hugged me up and said, “You’re so much fun and easy to talk to. We like that, too.”

Wow. Okay, thanks for that reminder of how much ‘fun’ I am. 

Even the children are trying my self-esteem. *rubs temple*


October 26, 2013

If it’s one thing that had to grow on me was the manner in which Europeans allocated their time on the Sabbath. Growing up in a strict-Adventist home, Sabbath was designated for church and church and more church. Granted, that’s a hiccup in the SDA teachings but…

[ a dish for another day ].


Thankfully, I was blessed to have people here who were willing to ‘argue’ with a hard-head like myself. Why was it that we thought volunteering our time for the less fortunate and going into the community was beneath us on Saturdays, but perfect for the rest of the week?

[ food for thought ]


On this specific Saturday, the youth had an outreach activity in town, helping out with La Carratera. I must say it was a fun experience, meeting immigrant Africans and hearing their stories, getting free food and getting to practice our Spanish. Would I participate in the run? Definitely not, but that’s my own food for thought.



October 25, 2013

It’s Fridayyyyyy and of course our shenanigans followed us to Carrefour! Since Halloween/All hallows night or whatever you may call it was right around the corner we were trying on masks and scaring other students.img_1789

Then! We checked out tickets just thinking we were leaving Sunday for Italy, when we were actually supposed to leave TODAY! HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN?! 

ugggghhhh. I’m annoyed with myself cause I found these tickets so the blame is honestly on me. Steeeuuuupppssss.

To boot, we sang tonight for AY. We had had an afterglow a few weeks back and were fooling around with a song, which ended up with someone snitching to the Youth Pastor that we could sing, and then the cookie of lowkey-ness crumbled. And even though our Spanish translations were WRONG [ *side eye*


We still did quite a good job!



October 22, 2013

I am back IN MY ROOM!

*inserts happy dance*

No matter how much I love to travel, there is no feeling like showering in your shower and sleeping in your bed. Yesssssssss…..

Today we had no class because our profs wanted us to have time to work on our travel diaries, which I was already finished with. The travel diary was a concept they implemented for students to practice writing in Spanish as well as recounting their feelings about the trips. Many took it as a history regurgitation, which I found slightly foolish since 99% of the profs had been on these trips and knew the history.

Nah, a diary is for cataloging the good and the bad in life and that’s exactly what I used mine for. My adviser was going to read about disgusting food choices and sleepless nights, awful wifi connections and when ‘ole girl tried it’.

With that in mind, and two sticks of glue and alllllll the paraphernalia I had horded from each visit, I concocted a mini-travel chapter book complete with pictures and pop-outs! I was very proud of myself, despite some surrounding humans who thought I was being ‘extra’.

NEVER WOULD I HAVE GUESSED that in the time it took the day to become the next, those same negative people would be secretly trying to replicate my ideas in their own diaries. CAN YOU IMAGINE?!