Hen and Stag

Hola blogers,

I know I still haven't bloged re Machu Pichu. I will do, and I'll put some photos up. However, this weekend Jose and I had our joint stag and hen do on his farm. We had an amazing time. There were approximately 35 of us, plus the 2 DJs and the two surprise guests who turned up later!

I had been to England on Thursday to get an Ampostille of the Hague stamped on my birth certificate (in order for it to be accepted over here in Spain as a Kosher document). Anyways, thats where my fun started. I timed my visit to enable me to watch the England v Trinidad and Tobago game with the old footy possee on my old street in London. Great fun! I then went and stayed with my friend Nena who I haven't seen for ages. It was so nice to see her and her gorgeous son Kai who impressed and shocked me as he was walking and talking (he's only 16 months old). He's so beautiful. He, Nena and I went to a little city farm on Friday morning and then to one of my old favrourite Islington haunts for lunch (Gallipoli).

Friday evening I flew back to Spain with Maren and Jason and Camilla and Ed - the four who were coming out to Spain for the joint stag and hen do. We met Jose at the airport and then went into Tarragona to have tapas and wine and listen to Jason's repetoir of Spanish (with a New York accent!). Very funny. As usual, my guests were impressed with Tarragona, the buildings, the lifestyle and the very good cheap tapas and wine. No one is every left wondering why I have moved here! Jose normally makes it obvious in any case.

Maren and Jason stayed in Tarragona for the night - to be able to look around there the next day. The rest of us headed for the farm.

Saturday was pretty chilled through the day. We went on a bike ride, looked around the farm, picked veggies, lazed around and were fed amazing paella made by Jose. After a little siesta, we were joined by Jose's cousins from Navarra, and then by two likely looking lads who were to be the DJs. We were left in no doubt of their ability to pump up the volume upon their arrival - they arrived in typical wide boy style, skidding along the gravel drive with blaring music. They turned out to be harmless enough though. They and I decided where we were going to hang the disco balls and lights and they got to work setting everything up before disappearing for a couple of hours.

Little by little people started arriving and the barbeque got underway - thanks to Eduardo (Jose's cousin). He was really great with organising and watching over the BBQ. It might have been chaos without him - because the drinks area certianly was. Whilst everyone else was enjoying their sausages, Jose and I were suddenly blindfolded and sat down next to each other ....to be handcuffed together! I managed to slide my skinny hand out of them and had, what I thought was, the last laugh - but no - they just put them on even tighter the second time (which hurt actually!). We went around like that for a while and then jose got his brother to loosen it a little ......and once again I found a way to slide out. Ha ha!

The DJs returned at 11pm and got the party really going. Everyone was great - no nervous hanging round the edges but straight over to the dance area. I think the copious amounts of alcohol helped most people on their way.

A few hours into the night once again Jose and I were blindfoled and sat on chairs in the middle of the dance floor. This time with our backs to each other. We were joined by two surprise guests. Strippers! Well, they weren't exactly stripers because they didn't take any clothes of - but they weren't exactly wearing many clothes in the first place! They were a good laugh actually - they just made us dance with them and take shots of alcohol from test tubes which they put in their mouths and we had to pass to ours. All good fun! They then got all the guests in the same way - which I found amusing!

The DJs were supposed to leave at 3am. They had only be paid until 3am but they asked if they could stay as they were loving it. So the music actually went on until 6.30am! I reckon about ten of us managed to stay up until that time. I was still dancing! We finally all collapsed into our beds at 7am. However, I couldn't actually sleep - because I'd had so much cocacola in my drinks that I was on a caffeine high. It was so annoying. I was knackered the next day. It wasn't too important though as we just went to the beach - perfect weekend!

Its such a shame that more of the Brits couldn't come. I missed them and they missed a great party, and a great opportunity to get to know the spaniards for the wedding. Oh well, less than five weeks now until the next one - the big one!