My holiday

Well I have returned from holiday. Everyone I speak to asks if I had a nice time. I guess that should be the first thing I talk about. Yeah I had an OK time. It was OK. There was nothing wrong with the holiday. It was a nice house that we stayed in. It was a nice place. There were a lot of friendly people. The food was OK. There was alcohol. But, for some reason, I just don’t feel as though I’ve had a fantastic holiday. We’ve done everything the same but…’meh’ is the word that sums up my holiday I guess. And I guess that’s not a good thing.

One night that was cool was the night we discovered a hippy bar. Man, I love it. You see, weed is legal in spain so long as it’s for your own use and in small amounts. So they had massive plants growing in massive plant pots and all around these plants at the bottom there waas weed growing. People just helped themselves, picked their own weed and went out the back to get it dried out and there ya go. Everyone sat around getting stoned whilst the reggae band played. Roughly 50% of the people inthere had dreads lol. yeah, that was a cool night. Man, I wish I was with my mates though. Then…stoned dancing to a reggae band…what more could I wish for?? ooh, I know…a vegetarian kebab at the end of the night? OH YES, the hippy place had a veggie kebab stall and a hippy jewellery stand next to it. Man, Heaven. We got in at like 3.30 am that day lol.

*stops typing* back later