Un autre weekend...

Enfin une journée à Silver Street. Une petite pluie constante a fait peur aux touristes. C’est lors de ces journées plates qu’on se donne plus la peine de se forcer, c’est impossible de faire de l'argent. On a jasé, jonglé, pratiqué notre français-anglais-espagnol... Yen a une, Alice, qui parle super bien le francais ET l'espagnol parce qu'elle pratique depuis des années. Les autres anglais devraient faire la meme chose. J’ai fais des tattoos avec mon marker permanent mourrant, et j’ai apporté mon portrait de Jack Sparrow pour la gang de filles. Yétaient pas mal impressionnées. Andrea might watch the first movie of Pirates with me (she’s never seen it… I know... ridiculous…) and I’m planning on going to the movies next Tuesday for PotC 2 "Dead Man's Chest". Even if I show up alone, in a costume, like the biggest geek in the world, I’ll do it!

Satuday I got up early to go jogging. Yes, me, jogging. Back in Canada I told myself I would jog every single day during my summer in England. I jogged once! Then I worked from 10 to 9 at Magdelene Bridge. That's one long work day... Only three tours, but a lot of touting! I still meet new people, either olda ones from previous years or beginners. I untied and pushed away a punt before realising the guy in the punt was a newbie I've never seen before. AND it was his first day! Hah! "Oops, I thought you were somebody else. I'm Julz, would you like a paddle before you drift away to Jesus Greens?" After work I stuffed my face with a big pizza in 5 minutes, and I biked all the way to the party at Becks' house, the coolest australian girl. Turned out we were about 7-8 people, I had a very good time and slept there. Thanks Becks!