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My childhood memories.

19:00

          Today's topic is Childhood memories which is pretty ironic as I have just been sat playing around with my mums old camcorder watching old video footage of us all in the snow. Sadly I can't share these videos with you today, but that said, I am hoping to get them developed so I can share them to you on my YouTube channel sometime this year.
          When looking back at myself as a child all I can think of is Spain and being brought up here, I can remember my first day of school when Don Jose (my teacher) sat me on a chair in front of the whole class and introduced me to them. I also remember how much I hated school and how I would always refused to eat at the school canteen and my brother would have to sit next to me and persuade me.
          Me and my brother always had a really strong bond throughout our childhood, I used to spend every day with him and his friends getting into bother and mischief and I think that the only thing that distanced us was when he got his first girlfriend and he didn't no longer want his little sister following him around (obviously lol). That said, we still live under the same roof and we still love each other to bits, I think.


          This photo here, I believe, is the first ever photo of me and my brother as you can quite possibly tell as I look like *thinks for about 10 minutes* ... like a cute little newborn baby. Where as my brother, he looks like he is scared for his life, and most of all for his toys but never the less, he looks freaking adorable.



          I don't even know what to say... how cute are we though? I am totally loving my little 'bish whet?' pose and lets not forget about the little Wallace and Gromit body wash.




          Here are some photos of us on holiday in Spain, before we actually came to live in Spain.



          This is the photo my mum used to make one of my Birthday cards, for my sixteenth maybe, I'm not sure, but I'm full on paaaaaaaarty!


          Clearly this photo describes that toddler / munchkin / devil child phase of my life but how cute is my outfit?

BEWARE OF THE CUTENESS OVERLOAD!! 





          These four photos just describe our childhood and relationship to a T, except I would probably get tired of him and start crying, but at least we are cute.





           And here I am through my 'tomboy' stage where all I used to do was play with my brother, his friends and my dogs.



          My grandparents were also a massive part of my childhood and when I think of the word, or of memories, I remember my grandad, he is always a happy memory and a funny one and I will always miss him and love him.


Quickly before I go, I want to also introduce you to Spike, who along with Paddy (the black dog in the photos who we brought from England) was a massive part of my childhood and sadly passed away in 2014. Spike was the most loving, and caring dog ever, I couldn't of asked for a better pet and we all miss him ever so much.


          But okay, lets not get soppy. To end it off, just look at how adorably cheeky we look here, so freaking cute! I dare you to upload one of your childhood photos and tag me!

       

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My little escape.

15:00

If you've already read my last post, you will know that sometime this month I went on a little "getaway" to Portugal with my mum (you probably didn't know that bit *cheeky little wink*).
The journey to Portugal wasn't the most pleasant, firstly because it was coach after coach, after coach; so you can get a rough idea, we set of from home at 3:30 mid-day and arrived in Faro, Portugal at 2:20AM. 
I did manage to get the TINIEST bit of sleep between stops, but it didn't help that the seats were pretend leather and slippy and there were chatty teenagers passing mobile phones back and forth above my head.
When we arrived in Faro they "dumped" us at a bus stop, it wasn't even what you'd call a bus station, they just dumped you on a random street of Faro. 
So at this point, me and mum are stranded on a country that we've never been to with barely any signal, loads of drunk men and THANK GOD a bit of internet. After walking around through these streets, literally crapping ourselves for about half an hour, we arrive at this B&B we were supposed to be staying at that night, only to arrive and the man say that we hadn't booked correctly, and we weren't supposed to arrive until the day after! 
So after a bit of non-Portuguese talking we manage to get a room and sleep our worries away until the day after when we catch a bus to Olule where my cousin and auntie meets us and takes to the villa we are supposed to be staying in.
Now this, is when everything goes up hill. 
The villa was beautiful and the decor was on point and was surrounded by beautiful views, with an amazing pool and I loved the quality time I got to spend with my family after all these years.







If you would like to know more of what I did and more of the good side of my journey, or even the horrible return home leave a cheeky comment and let me know!

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