Last minute jitters

Now dawns the last minute terror at T-5 days - not running out of money, making sure everything's done on time and the right order (scary things involving police stations, bank accounts, endless red tape and paperwork and phone tarriffs), not losing things, not getting lost myself, not looking like a tourist and making sure I can scrape by when things go horribly wrong and the only help I may get is from Spaniards who bark angrily like machine guns. Then there's finding somewhere to live that's not filled with cockroaches and loud Erasmus students from hell, run by dodgy landlords armed with hidden costs. Let's also try not to end up in a 'party hostel' the week we're trying to sort this all out without losing the plot, huh....
And how will I leave my dear darling Gingy? (pictured).

The funny thing is that on Monday she thinks that she's having a dissertation handing-in party, when actually she's throwing me a two day leaving party. I'm sneaky like that.

But hey what is there to worry about! I'll be teaching kiddies here:

And living here (somewhere):

I'm apparently supposed to be doing a lot of this:

Which on a regular basis is not really my idea of fun but that's ok, because it means that within a week we'll all be homies like this:

or....something. I suppose it'll probably end up looking more like this:

Hey, I might get all local and start beginning to think about warming to this stuff:

All of the nom! Hey, I'll have a great time.

I'll not often be without this little groovy dude, will I? :D

xxx