The door to Isabella's grandmothers house was opened by a glamorous, heavily powdered, perfectly styled thick black haired, skinny lady with a little handbag. This was not Jenny (izzy's grandma) by the way. It was one of the dinner guests for the night that we totally crash with our backpacks and baggage, odd socks, tangled hair and yawns after 12 hours travel. A few raised eyebrows and polite 'will you have time to change for dinner?' queries. 

A little different from our scrubby Barcelonian hostel. 

But we did change. Engaged in conversation - consisting of talking about our travels and repeating it for each singular person that asked in their own time. And nodding about how great Australia is. And how you can see a bit of my Scottish side in my firm jaw line... And of course WWII. Everything always comes back to it - my favorite part when I told her I was half Swedish and she tells me how all the swedes did move to Australia in WWII as well. Is that when u came over dad?

It was difficult not to laugh when hearing people Actually saying things like "Dashing" and "marvelous" and asking for my "full name". And then there was the american man who asked excitedly if we had been to starbucks before and if we're hooked on this drink called the 'Flat White'. To which we didnt give as enthusiastic an answer as he was hoping for...

Cause we all know how s*** starbucks is.

The next day was spent sleeping in way too comfortable beds - making it soo hard to wake up each morning! This was the day we dyed our hairs. Attempting to translate Spanish with the help from our Argentinian friends back in Barc we went for it. Catching up on all the olympics we missed while we waited. Makeovers complete - we were invited to dinner at Izzy's cousins next door - where I had my first Pimms and lemonade for the trip. Mmm Delicious! 

Now what we did the rest of the trip sort of blurred together. We made the most of Jenny's tweed filled cloak room and roamed the countryside picking raspberries, exploring the forest (hunger games style) hills, barley fields, lettuce and bean crops. Picnicing away an sketching and painting with oils for the first time (thanks Jenny).  Raspberries were on tap for every meal. Seriously we would have eaten a kilo or more each. 

Our Edinburg fringe festival day trip was splendid. Visiting our old fried Picasso at the national gallery and wondering through town. Every building looked like it ha been burnt down once or twice in it's time. And churches were so common they were using them for everything including hostels and nightclubs (filled with fiery windows and called 'the devils sin club' ) 

Highlight of the day of course was seeing Yve Blake's performance (otherwise im not even sure if im allowed to disclose this but formerly known as laura Hopkinson). Which was fantastic to see - thankyou so much Yve for making me be te volunteer that was... Terrible I think I ruined the performance but... Sad we couldnt spend more time chattin!

But the good life in Scotland had to end. With a highly uncomfortable dash to catch the sleeper train upsetting another dinner party with the cousins to go. We were (luckily more than on time) thankyou Jenny for stepping on the accelerator so boldly! 

We arrived in London early on Saturday morning with severely creaking necks and numb butts. Welcomed brightly by a slightly hungover Alexandra (Werner) an old Swedish family friend who now has her own fashion label and is living in a big house in Whitechapel London. We all went to bed after quick introductions and arose as humans two hours later.

The Sceggs society in London me up for a picnic in Hyde park (not unlike the Hyde park we know and love back home). Trollip, Pt, Joseph, Connelley and Hedstrom together. Sadly missing Dodds who was stuck in boring old Kent.   

The next days consisted of food glorious food. London is the most well stocked in health food chains - with great cheap porridge pots that we had for breakfast most days. Markets are lovely, shopping was excellent though slightly overwhelming. Top Shop swallowed us up from the world for the better half of one day. But was forgiven for having student discounts! Awesome!

Our day trip to Brighton was more than brilliant. We had perfect weather and could walk about singing kooks and quoting Angus Thongs. Swimming, gambling, rollercoaster riding, sunbaking and fish and chip eating. What a day, aye?

And the evening spent uploading a month or so's worth of photos in one go. And dealing with a Facebook war I waged on myself when I left myself logged in the Facebook when I left the 3 store in Brighton. My birthday is not on august 15th, but Facebook won't let me change it for 'a few day's' So I'm just trying to embrace feeling supremely popular. 

And now. The Eurotrip comes to a close. I fly to Buenos Aires and meet the Peru crew in Lima airport a day later. 

Things are going to get a little more interesting...