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When I asked about the toilets, Hannah not only told me where they were but gave me other advise too. She told me to push the red button to lock the door, which I did confidently. I tried the door again and sure enough it was locked. Just as a smirk of satisfaction crossed my face a sudden, the lights went off and an extremely loud sound made me jump and reach for the door like that was all I could depend on to keep me safe. But it was no use, the water just kept shooting out, soaking the bottom of my jeans and making me feel so scared that the fact that it was only water shooting out at me seemed to have escaped my frozen with fright brain. I pulled and pulled at the door desperately and continuously accomplishing nothing, for it had locked just like i’d hoped it would  3 minutes ago.

Eventually it stopped and when it did I stood there shaking out of control as if someone had just put a knife to my throat. Why I felt like that is beyond me, perhaps I should keep off the adventure books for a while. the lesson from this is very similar to others: “Don’t push the red button” or you may find yourself in the bathroom as it vigerously self cleans itself. 

I considered my lesson learned. Or so I thought…

Another country, another terrifying self cleaning experience. This time I had an audience. As I banged on the door and screamed for help Mum, Dad, Abi, Hannah, TJ, Sam and Donald all watched, laughing! Unable to do anything else.”HELP!” I screamed. “Push the red button” mum said back, but she couldn’t be heard above the chaos. 

I came out shaking and told my second story (as you can see in the picture above) as everyone failed to hold in all the giggles they had left. Why does it always happen to me? I asked myself as you’d probably expect I would. Is it some kind of curse or am I just too stupid to make sure it doesn’t happen again? Or do the toilets have it out for me…

At camp Barcelona next door a funny campervan pulled up. It was like a real house except one side was all glass with no curtains. I made friends with all of them. My dad made friends made friends with the adults. TJ

There was a funny chicken that went over the fence. There were naughty boys throwing rocks at it so me and mum and Abi and Liz went to save it. There were different ways for it to run away but finally mum caught it and put it over the fence with the other animals. TJ

Me and my family went to a cool campground near Barcelona, Spain. It had animals and we camped right next to them. There were lots of animals. Like goats, and chickens and horses, and two donkeys, even sheep. I got to feed the animals. Goats like spaghetti. There was also a pool. There was a free bus to a big water park. Abi and Hannah got stung by a wasp at the pool in the campground. Abi said it was an evil wasp and was out to get her. This was one of my favourite campgrounds ever. TJ

When I saw it I thought ‘It couldn’t be’. As we all gazed at in confusion it all became clear. Yes, this was a HUGE vending machine where you can buy large waters, chocolate multi-packs and other things you find at a store a. This was the second time in my life that I went absolutely crazy about a vending machine. I know, pathetik isn’t it. It’s just one of those new technology devises that I just haven’t managed to fully get used to.

So as me, Sam, Abi and Mum gazed at the vending machine in absolute amazement as the oreos got pulled off the self and taken to the other side, these feelings of it all being ridiculous was running through my head.

Try to imagen the tension we were all feeling as you watch our ‘home movie’.

Lizzy

I had a great day in Barcelona with Sam, Liz and Abi. We played tourists. We enjoyed some of Gaudi’s architecture and to see how they are coming along on the Sagrada Familia. An amazing surprise was the Picasso museum. We got to walk through his life. They had artwork and sketchbooks and described his influences. Suggesting reasons for the changes in his artwork in each stage. Who were his friends, where he lived, who or what was training him. It was great. We spent hours in there. I think Liz could have stayed longer. It is rare to be able to enter into an artists life in this way.

We liked all the scooters

We got a fruit smoothie from this shop. It was completely decorated in little pieces of plastic fruit. Brilliant

A rare experience of going to a restaurant. We all got Tapas. Samurl went for a pizza bread that came on a special tray and a clever.

Elizabeth especially liked this piece of graffitti.

Some memories from Lisbon, Portugal