Last day in school and last full day

So this chapter in my life has almost come to a close. Recently been exchanging many goodbyes to friends, family, foes, kids, teachers and brothers, and its all been merry and sentimental at the same time. Some think I´m mad for going now when the roaring summer is beginning in earnest, and some even madder for missing this coming weekend which is the celebration of St. Juan (John in English). I suppose it would have been nice to have this last weekend and a few days off where I didn´t have to work, but such is life and I am looking forward to my return to old blighty.

        Its so hot now in barca its been impossible to sleep some nights. My window has a latch that I can use to keep it open but the latch doesn´t open wide, so I constructed an ingenious invention to allow it to open wider; that is I tied my scarf around the handle of the window and the other end to a strap on the wall meaning the window can open much wider and as long as I keep my head underneath the frame, I´m safe to sleep in the cool breeze. I am always slightly worried that I´ll awake in a panic, sit up and bang my head on the underneath of the window frame, but thus far it hasn´t happened.

         So I suppose last weekend was something of an adios pissup, I went out with Mike & Andrea and a bunch of her metal friends, who were really cool and nice, and we went to Marina - the site for all the losers, outcasts, metallers, hipsters and whoever to hang out with. Its an industrial area which has been turned into a haven for metal bars. We started into a bar with huge Jim Morrison murals on the wall, drinking buckets of wine mixed with coca-cola & then onto a club called Senor Lobo (Mr. Wolf), where we headbanged to sum 41, got sambucas and all the rest of it. I was having one of those nights where I was finding it hard to drink and it was a job of sipping the beer as to drink it fast was to surely puke. Luckily one of the rockers forced us into doing shots and that speed up the process. I was finding it hard to drink because I´d been out the night before to see Izzy and a couple of the other caps assistants. We went out down the ramblas, got some beer and wine etc. Suppose it´ll be the last time I see Izzy, she´s a nice jeordie girl who dresses like something akin to an aztec warrior/princess in Narnia, if there was such a thing. She´s off to South America after BCN so her travels have only started. She´s a harcore on the travelling scene though, been doing it for many years. You wouldn´t believe it from meeting her but she is 29 or so. Anyway, the metro closed at 2 so I left the girls and toted home.
           The next day I didn´t feel hungover but was feeling lazy, so I just lied about watching Mad Men and drinking whiskey. I got pissed in bed and fell asleep. Woke up late, took the metro to meet my friend from the school Esther who had invited me to the beach to meet some friends. I get on well with her and her boyfriend. We had a beer and chat. Then onto meet mike and we had that mad night out with the metallers. Decent night. Only trouble was at the end of the night, outside the metro, me and mike were chatting drunken nonsense as one does, and these three girls came over to us - well two - and one was crying, they spoke little english, but their friend was ridiculously intoxicated it seemed and was just lying spread eagled on the pavement. We tried to help, stayed with the girls, tried to lift up the drunk one. We got her water. She made herself sick. Turns out it was somewhat of an act though, which pissed us off when the ambulance came and she stood up happy as larry and bounded into it. Attention seeking at its worst folks. Me and mike were in disbelief, and it did make me think this a nightly occurence on the streets of London and that we don´t feel the need to ring an ambulance and make a huge scene about it all. Its only booze. We sober up and get on with it. Keep calm and be English. Stiff upper lip. It felt the english had more steel that night I must say. And one more thing about this drunken twat girl. When I went to pick her up so we could take her on the metro, she bite my arm! She sunk her teeth into me! It wasn´t hard, it was only a warning, but still its disgusting. I felt like Ivanovic.
          Well yesterday the brother at the school made paella for all the teachers, so we had a merry time. I was given a huge cake which said THANKS TOM - dw pics to follow - and they even bought me a huge timnberland raincoat. They must think I live in the Highlands of Scotland, this thing would keep me warm in the arctic. It´s beautiful though and a lovely gift. They are a great school. I´ll miss them. So just the packing to do now. If I get time I´ll have a final wonder around Parc Guell. I´ve got some gifts to give to the family, an english basket full of english things, and I´m seeing Mike for a goodbye drink later. I´ll post the photos as soon as I can, but I´m currently at school and can´t do it till I´m home. Also I´ll be putting up another post which will exercise your brainboxes. A little bit of prose, which I´ve subjected some of the kids too! Adeu for now!