We’re stayin at the house of an amazingly lovely British hippie lady. She’s got a dog named Tiffany that licks me all the time and ten stray cats. Her house is an absolute paradise, with old brick walls and a courtyard and a terrace on the roof. She talks a lot and I learned that on the fifth there is gonna be a big fiesta, with a liv concert in the field next door and fireworks starting at seven in the morning and continuing the whole day. We can watch it from the terrace. After telling her it’s my birthday the eleventh, she said we could celebrate it he fifth. She is gonna bring us breakfast everyday and we can use her kitchen and her boat. It is an absolute dream and I am so happy!
No, I used to but I deleted it.