And the screaming! The screaming!!!!!
Now if this isn't a holiday from one of those cheesy 80's comedies, I don't know what is.
So we get to the beach, tired from a 12 hour drive. All we want to do is collapse. Well, it's a holiday on the beach, isn't that what we're here for. I breathe a sigh of relief and prepare for 2 weeks of relaxation.
5 minutes later, my rest and relaxation is horribly disturbed by the sound of an electric dril tearing through the concrete walls of the apartment building. Are we being attacked? I think to myself.
Wrong. My dad doing house repairs. On the entire house! What was to follow was a continuos symphony of drilling, hammering, sawing, dust all over the place and of course - as with all DIY jobs - someone getting hurt. This went on thill about 2am. I was dead on my feet. But then, it's like, "He's stopping. Now I can get some rest"
When suddenly, my 213 uncles, aunts, cousins, grandparents and other family members, who by the way are also sharing this 3 room apartment, bombard the house in all their noise and disturbance. Not fun. Really not fun. When everyone finally decides to go to bed, I still have to deal with cellphones going off, babies crying etc. I finally got to bed with the help of my headphones, only to be suddenly woken up at 7am by little bloody kids running around the house, screaming, dropping things, shouting. I failed to mention that I'm sleeping in the tv room, next to the dining table with 6 other people also sleeping in the room. Now don't get me wrong. I love little kids. They're really cute an sweet. Especially when their hands and feet are bound and they have duck-tape on their mouths. Ao contrario, they are deivils. All of them! Espcially the ones in this tragic holiday tale.
But hey, look, we're on the beach. How bad can it be?
Well, it rained solidly for the first 3 days. That's how bad it can be. Three days of being locked up in a small apartment with 213 people (translate that to 18 people. EIGHTEEN PEOPLE!! With one more due to arrive on Tuesday) who all have to use ONE bathroom. Times are hard my friends.
Well, the sun is out now but all the rest is still the same. I'm sleep-deprived, irritated and sick of all these ppl. They all seem to find it hilariously sweet how the kids wake me up at the crack of dawn so that I can't get to sleep anymore. You know how parents are.
And the screaming! The bloody screaming! Arrggggggg!!
To compensate though, I have a new guitar. Gracie-Joan Fletcher is helping me cope with the ordeal. And my host parents are cool. That helps. And the occasional phone call and e-mail from Kate boots in a bunch.
Plus, we are at the beach.
So, with 10 days left here, I'm gonna try make the most of it. I hope your holidays are a little more tolerable than mine. Then again, I'm not having a bad time. Sarcastic remarks are all the more fun when the people don't understand the language in which they are made.
Happy holidays y'all!
