Thirteen...

Hi guys and gals! How are we this fine evening?

Oh my God, I have just had the most amazing few weeks ever!
Don't worry I won't be boring you to death telling you about what I have been doing for this whole blog or anything, just part of it!

Okay so when I left you all a post last, I was telling you I was going to France and Spain. Well let me just say, that I would recommend to every single person/creature/thing that before you all die(old, wrinkly, hard of hearing and irritable, of course) you must, and I mean must visit a small town of typical French culture Puivert, south of Carcassonne, near the Pyrenees. I don't know if I spelled those places right, but anyway. It was such a beautiful place, really photogenic. Also, really cheap! There are seven people in my family and for all seven flights, return tickets, including taxes was 295 euro. We rented a gite for 450 euro for a week too, so we got a truly great bargain!
We spent a long and busy day in Barcelona city. Fashion was good there, and cheap, but on the street (not related to shopping) I saw a man, with no clothes on but shorts, laying in the middle of the high street by the metro, and I saw what I can only describe as painful looking burns and scars, he was a dark man, but the skin on his back seemed to have been burned off, like someone had poured acid on him or something, and was amazed to see that absolutely no one took any notice of him. My Dad told me later that he must have been in some sort of War?
When we arrived home (Ireland pleasantly welcomed us back with rainy downpours) I had an hour to get ready to go back to school. I wrote a list of things to do on the plane journey back.
So I have been in school for the past week and a half, and there is no internet access there so I can only write every weekend! You'll have to bear with me.
I've noticed that all over my school, there are hand sanitizers and disinfectants for ready use. Swine flu is spreading, people!
We have to carry around tissues, to catch our sneezes, coughs and yawns. Everyone is taking it very seriously, but to be honest, until someone I know, or myself have swine flu, I am not really that pushed tickle my curiosity bone further, if you get my drift.
I can't believe that people are actually dying in this world, all because some pig got a cold.
You know, I don't even like pigs. But oh my God while we were in France in a small town called Quillan, we saw this tiny little black pig, with a little orange collar! He was adorable, and we talked to the owners and they told us that they got him from an abandoned animals place!

All together now. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.


Well done!

Lol.



His name was Porky.


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Thanks for all the comments, and be sure to take a look at my next blog, as I will be uploading some of the pictures, including Porky!

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