The swedish colony

So this time I have 8 minutes to write!
Going to spain is not going to lead to me learning any spanish. Howcome? Well, everyone here speaks either german, swedish or english, or do like the waitresses and mix all 3. Its quite funny for me who speaks them all, what I do when I run into someone in the stairs is say good morning in 3 languages. Its quite funny how they seem stunned.
The only thing is that I have to be careful with what I say. Like, in switzerland I can make fun of people in swedish, which K and I found hilarious when she lived there, but here you can't say "look at that fatass in the purple speedos, what is he trying to prove? that hes got nothing to hide?", because you may hear him speaking swedish to his wife 2 minutes later and give you death glares. No, that didnt actually happen, but it might as well could have.
What I dislike about the beach is the fact that elderly ladies think that its okay to walk around topless just because theres no risk someone may get turned on by their disinflated breasts. I almost feel like taking my top off just to prove a point: they would hate me for it, because it would result in a scary amount of attention fromt heir husbands. Which is why I keep my clothes on for now.
Actually, Im keeping all clothes on, since I have taken on the color of a salmon, despite my desperate attempts at keeping myself covered in sun lotion at all times. A dotted salmon, with all the freckles. But Im working the cute angle on that.
Now I have to go, one minute left. PLus Im playing tennis with the sister.
More later.
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