Home Sweet Home

I've arrived safe and well back in Sydney. I spent my last day in London getting drunk in the pub with my mates. By the time I had to catch my plane it's safe to say I was pretty sloshed! I decided that continuing to drink was probably the best way of dealing with a long haul flight, so on the plane I downed a few more red wines and a beer. I fell asleep/passed out and when I woke up again I was feeling very thirsty. The lady next to me had a big bottle of water, and she was asleep. I quietly took her water bottle, drank it all, then put it back. I went back to sleep and when I woke up again, feeling a lot more sobber I remembered. She must have known it was me, and thought I was a bit of a freak for stealing her water, especially as its free anyway, but she didnt say anything.
My parents didn't know I was coming home, they got the shock of their lives when I walked through the door, Mum said that it was like seeing a ghost!
I guess this is it for this blog, apart from a few more pictures that I'll be putting up soon.

Back to London

Well here I am back in London! My last night in Madrid was a bit of a disaster! I lost my wallet and phone, Im not sure if I just lost them in my drunken state, or if they were pinched from my bag. I only realised this after all my friends had gone home and I wanted to get a taxi. So I was stuck in the city drunk and tired. I sat down somewhere and people thought I was homeless someone actually threw 10c at my feet! People kept coming up asking me if I was ok and I would tell them I only speak a little spanish and they would ask me where I was from and I'd say Australia and I think they were confused as to why an Australian girl would be homeless in Madrid. I left where I was sitting because I didnt like people thinking I was a beggar (it is the third time I have been mistaken for a beggar this trip, the other two times ladies came up and gave me food!!) I went and sat in Plaza Mayor and ended up having a conversation in (very bad) spanish with two homeless guys, then I left and somehow got into a screaming match with a bunch of spanish guys I was swearing at them in english and they were swearing at me in a mix of spanish and english. I am going to get my head punched in one of these days I have to much of a big mouth when I drink.
In the end I just went into a pub and a man bought me a drink and we chatted in spanish because he didnt know english, but then he wanted to come home with me I was like "ahhhh no!" By then the Metro had restarted and I hopped a train and went home to bed! So yeah, not the greatest night ever, and Im pissed off about my phone!
A few nights before that though, I went and say Real Madrid play and I saw David Beckham. Ok so I was sitting right up the back of the stadium and Becks was just a distant blob, but technically, I have seen David Beckham (i didnt see posh though!)