FYI

Just to say: sorry if that last post was depressing, boring or bored-sounding. I wasn't miserable, I was hungover on absinthe (despite no hallucinations). I made real friends and we had a really good time and emotional farewell and promise to meet each other in Bolivia (like Butch Cassidy and Sundance) and I spent all of Wednesday sitting by a swimming pool in the sunshine reading 'Basketball Diaries' which is less horrific than Lizzie says the film is, and then Kathrin, Elisabeth and I went and ate 1/4 litre of ice-cream (American Cream, Forest Fruits and Chocolate). So for everyone thinking 'poor Emma is having a terrible time, let's offer comforting words', I appreciate your words, but my current frame of mind does not necessitate them. Next post shall be full of excitement and superlatives and no cynical, Eyore humour. And photos, once I find my clockwork key x