I was lied to. There was no Internet. Thank god the Portuguese see the use in wi-fi spots in towns. Anyway, if it wasn’t for the sun and sangria, I may well have jumped off the mountain I’m stuck on. Being in the middle of nowhere is supposed to be relaxing, but when even a tub of margarine sets off an argument, it can get rather stressful. Bring on uni, when I can finally escape my accursed family.