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Today I finally realised that counting on others is just a waste of emotions-everytime! To be honest, I've kind of known this for while, just as I start to rely on someone they go ahead and make me regret it. It's best to be independent, wholly dependent on yourself only. Although sometimes I find it so difficult to cope on my own with things, better to expect nothing from those around you and be surprised when they acknowledge that you may need some support than to assume that they will be there to support you. I'm not even meaning support in that strong a way, just a simple chat when I'm down and scared to admit that I'm stressed, upset or whatever.

Why do humans insist on having emotions? Surely after so much pain of loss, broken hearts and disappointment from assumptions, humans would evolve to more like animals and stop caring?! It's make for an easier and more enjoyable life, you'd be able to live a lighter life..

So, I am going to try this theory and try to be more like an animal, prove that I am independent enough to survive what life throws at me, alone. It's better this way, that way you only have yourself to be disappointed in when you let yourself down and it's always easier to speak to yourself about how you have annoyed yourself. I'm not denying this will be a challenge, but perhaps this way there will be less pain involved. If I don't care about any of it, then surely it won't hurt...?

Ps, I would like to rephrase, there is a very very small minority of people who I can count on, always.

Our farewell day was gloriously warm with the sun forcing us to remove the silly winter garments that the Scottish sun would have us wear. Andy and I returned to the wall, intent on catching as much of the sun's rays as possible. Lying along the little walls that they had with the sun beaming down on me just made me smile and remember earlier days of my youth where we would lie lazily on the grass or play in the pools..
Anyway, today we explored some of the pretty gardens along the wall and then momentarily visited New Girona, which I must say wasn't as pretty or impressive. Heading back to the old city we paused for an ice-cream, having checked out at 10am this morning we weren't able to head back to the room for a quick nap like the rest of the population of Girona so we were taking a break. But, these two pigeons were hovering nearby and I tried to shoo them away by shaking my water bottle at them (yes, I am that mature). However, the bottle somehow slipped out of my hand and went careening away and just missed hitting these poor Spaniards who were passing behind us. Try apologising and explaining what happened in Spanish! Thankfully, they were okay with it.

Just before setting off for the bus station, Andy and I headed back to the lioness of Girona for a quick kiss and to say good-bye. Waiting for the bust that would take us to the airport, I thought back on the past three days in the breath taking city. I would miss her, the sun that had shone so cheerfully through the day and the peacefulness that the city filled me with...

Waking up to the light peeking through the bottom of the curtains I am reminded of my days in warmer climates. Andy and I are dressed and down for breakfast by 9.15am and out into the glorious sunshine of Old Girona by 10am-after a quick check of emails etc, as being students of the modern world we are totally reliant on our technology.

Andy and I left armed with our cameras and ready to explore the old city. We spent the morning walking along the remains of the wall, proof that Girona was once a fortified city. If I thought the views from ground level were amazing, I was mesmerised by some of the views from the wall! I couldn't resist stopping frequently, either to take the view in more or to take a snapshot. One thing that I noticed was how the city had splashes of colour dotted around it. From the patterns on the wall to the different coloured walls to the streams of washing hanging out of balconies, the city was sprinkled with colour. That, and the glorious sun that had decided to shine on us made me exceptionally happy.

After our mornings' activities we paused for ice-cream before heading back to exploring the streets and stealing snapshots of the wonderous city. As we wandered along the cobbled streets we noticed one had been made in the early 15th century and was still in perfect condition. Again, another observation that makes me wonder about the British ways...

On our way back to the hostel for the afternoon Siesta, Andy and I passed the Cathredral. Now, this particular building kept catching my interest as we walked along the wall so I was delighted to see it close up. As we trekked down it's one hundred steps ( yes I did indeed count them all!) I couldn't help but feel energised. There's just something about old buildings that made me smile. That, lights and rivers.

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After our quick nap, we headed back to the city and had a little wonder around a couple of the shops. You can tell that the culture here is more purer is some ways as many places had little wooden puzzles, old family games and everyone is always so willing to help even when they don't understand English.

For supper we headed to a quaint little restaurant, "La Força Vella" where Andy persuaded me to try snails. Curious, although terribly nervous, I tried them. I haven't made my mind up on them just yet, to be honest the look of them was slightly sickening but they weren't too bad. But, I was rather pleased that I was brave enough to try them! Following supper we headed back along to the Onya River and passed by the Lioness of Girona. This is a little statue that travelers who wish to return are to kiss the bottom of the lioness' bottom to bring luck to them so that they may return. It's a fun little legend that I just had to take part in.

So, that's day two just about over now and I think I may just have fallen in love with the old city.

All packed and ready to go, Andy I set off for Prestwick Airport where we due to catch our plane to Girona, Spain where we would be spending the next two nights. We arrived in plenty of time, checked in without any fuss and then headed to the departure lounge. Then we realised something was wrong.

Shortly after passing through security and arriving in the lounge, Andy realised he had misplaced his wallet which contained all his Euros in. As you can imagine, this caused a bit of a problem as we weren't sure whether the wallet had fallen out in the car or whether it had been lost/stolen at the airport. Anyway, we couldn't do much about it so we decided to just try and forget about it until we returned home on Saturday. Thankfully, not long before we set off I opened up an account with a Spanish bank that allows British citizens to withdraw money in the local currency without the high exchange rates so we would at least be able to withdraw money when we arrived. The rest of the journey proved uneventful, and we even got a set of three seats to ourselves!

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We arrived in Girona twenty minutes ahead of schedule and promptly bought our bus tickets to the city centre. It always amazes me how clean other countries are, it's one thing that I always seem to notice when I arrive in new countries. It almost makes me ashamed to be associated with the mess in British. Anyway, walking along the little cobbled streets Andy and I headed to our hostel. Now, this was nerve racking for me. Firstly, I had never been in Girona before, nor a hostel, and had horrid images of slum-like dormitories where we were expected to share a bedroom with several strangers. However, when we arrived I was so taken aback. The hostel that Andy had booked (mostly for its location and low price) was beautiful and looked like a hotel. We even had our own private room with an en-suite!

After ditching the luggage, we headed down into Old Girona for my first taste of a real Spanish city. Well, I wasn't dissapointed. The romantic, stone city was amazing. Andy and I wondered around for a bit, with him showing me some off his favourite places nearby. We had both left our cameras in the room so I couldn't capture my first view of the breath-taking city. Anyway, off to bed now, feeling pretty hopeful for our adventures tomorrow.

Right, as I already said I have this new camera and I'm attempting to learn how to take beautiful shots and up until about an hour ago I was rather content just uploading my favourite pictures to Flickr, Facebook etc. That said, I was happy, until my boyfriend bought himself a new journal. Now I want a pretty journal-perhaps with parchment paper?-and a beautiful cover so that I can create a 'book' of my work.

I can just picture it, the picture pasted on the page with the date and location of photograph neatly printed beside the picture using a fountain pen. *Sigh* I sometimes hate how when someone gets something and you suddenly just get this inspiration for a use of that object. Silly human habits.

Anyway if you're interested in seeing my first attempts that I took yesterday feel free to check them out on my Flickr account here. Comments are always welcomed, help me to improve!