Navarra has wifi. PRAISE THE LORD.

So right now I'm in the north of Spain and it's all actually really green and pretty and English-looking and omfg I am a happy person.

I don't know if my having an internet connection is a good thing or not because that means I won't do absolutely anything but oh well.

Also. I take back everything I said before. Scouts is fucking awesome and everyone's super nice (although their music taste is shit). Let's see, during the past 12 days I've managed to:

twist my right ankle about twenty times
develop a very slight tan (ugh)
get covered in coffee and water and honey
make everyone think I'm Satan
act like a unicorn (don't ask)
clean toilets
cry hysterically for an hour and a half
fangirl about Synyster Gates' perfection with a girl who was also at Costa de Fuego (miracle)
achieve my lifelong dream of putting eyeliner on not one but two guys
chase and scream at a guy four times for dumping water on me in various ways
develop a pretty destructive crush on the same guy. (Jesus. I'm intelligent, aren't I?)
and trip over my own feet this morning with a backpack on, fall flat on my face and fuck up my neck completely. It's killing me.

And um I think that is more than everyone needs to know. Now I will go and read an actual book for once.