"Get in loser we're going to Spain!" I scream as I park my car in the sideway of Evelynn's apartment building where she's waiting for me. I'm blasting Danza Kuduro on the crappy speakers of my Audi so the whole of London will know that we're escaping the country with smiles on our faces.
"Oh shut up, not everyone needs to know that I'm leaving my apartment," she whispers under her breath.
Of course only she would be scared of someone breaking into her teeny tiny apartment while she's away having the time of her life.
She gets into the car and we start making our way to the airport, one of my favourite places in the whole city of London.
I love airports overall, not just London Heathrow. It's the feeling of starting something new and going for an adventure that I love, not the dirty bathrooms or over expensive coffees. All the opportunities and different people going to different destinations, the hot guys and security guards are just a very big plus.
In my defence, hot guys and parties are not the main reason we are going to Barcelona. We could call this trip a field trip to scout universities for next year. We've both been dying to get out of London to see and experience life outside of England and we just might have found the perfect place for the both of us.
Linguistics for me and modern literature for Evelynn in Universitat de Barcelona sounds like the perfect plan. Also putting my "5 years of studying Spanish in school"-skills to use would surely do no harm.
But who am I kidding, it's also because of the hot latinos why we chose sunny Spain as our hopefully soon to be home. After all this is just a scouting trip to see what the place is really like.
"So what do you think?" Evelynn asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Umm... sure sounds great," I try to hide my daydreaming and smile. She bursts out laughing and I give her a questioning look.
"I just asked you if we should drive over those ducks crossing the road over there. I refuse to believe that you out of all people would find that idea great," she says, raising her eyebrows.
I can only laugh with her, because, well it looks like my daydreaming didn't go unnoticed. What can I say, it's a bad habit of mine.
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