Right ya bastard (!), this is where it begins again. So far, we have been writing what we think people want to hear…we’re not a bloody novelist, stop trying to write professionally! We’re not doing this for them, we are doing it for ourselves. We want to remember the times we had; the little experiences, and the feelings that came with them. Like when we stood by the pool and gazed at the stars in Nicaragua. Or when we smoked that first joint after a considerable period of time off, told a crappy joke and laughed so hard! Or when we saw the smiles of Chico and Melvin as they spoke their first words in English. Remember the names of people you have met and the time spent with them. Remember giving and receiving each other’s cultural thoughts, opinions and ideas. Remember the times, the people, the situation, the smiles…but as there are many….more and more every single day…..this diary will help us to document the experiences and retain those memories. At some point, you (the future I) will be reading this as a fifty year old, with a smile on our face!

And they say that talking to yourself is the first sign of madness! Phhhhh!!

Big Love!x