Not much sleep but plenty of supermercados and sangria

So this has hands down, probably been one of the most bizarre, emotional and tiring 24 hours of my life. But it's been fantastic.

I woke up in the Premier Inn at 5am, which was horrifically painful and I'd just had a dream that I had cancelled my year abroad in Spain, so I was a little confused as to whether to actually get up and get on the flight or roll back over and sleep. Luckily I realised the cancellation was merely a dream and dragged myself out of bed, got dressed and got onto the 5:45 bus to the airport. 

I made it to the airport, through security and rewarded myself with a Wetherspoon's breakfast. My tired brain then decided that gates opened 30 mins before departure so I leisurely wandered towards Gate 14, to hear 'final call for the 7:15 easyjet flight to Asturias' Yup, that was my flight. I did however make it and boarded the plane hence forcing everyone who was already seated on my row to stand up for me whilst muttering 'sorry, excuse me, sorry, thanks'. Once the engineers had been the fix the slight problem of the cabin door that wouldn't close, we were off. 

Landed in Oviedo without any problems, my next challenge was to find the infamous bus that would take me from the airport to Oviedo station. I wandered around for a bit before joining a group of luggage bearing people in what resembled a bus stop. I then unwillingly became a public information service for anyone joining the queue, I managed to persuade them that I did know where I was going, when the bus was coming and where it would stop. Thankfully my bullshitting paid off and I looked like I actually knew what I was talking about. 

After been greeted by Ruby at the station and getting a taxi back to the flat, we did a tour of the supermarkets in Oviedo to get food for tea and food for the housewarming party we were holding. 

I then had a very critical decision to make, to nap, and potentially risk needing to sleep for the rest of the night or to drink a strong cup of coffee and power on through. I chose the latter.

The housewarming party was a sangria fueled success and somehow we all ended up out in Oviedo, then in Mcdonalds then after not knowing the way home originally and acquiring the help of Gaston* we made it back to the flat. And slept.

Quite a day. 

*didn't at all resemble Gaston from the Disney classic Beauty and the Beast

Things I've learnt so far...mixing Sangria with nasty wine does not make the wine any less nasty.