Well, I found out. After careful investigation, they speak french at home too :)
Monday, May 28, 2012
Paris Je t'aime
For some reason I had a theory that people from France, spoke french in public. Then in private, when they were alone in their own houses, they spoke english. French was this elaborate hoax to fool everyone!
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
The Magic of It All
There is no doubt that Barcelona is a magical place. The classical music on the train, the history of the city and buildings... there is magic in the air.
I saw that magical fountain yesterday. It was amazing. A huge fountain, light show and disney songs it can't get any better :)
Still this journey hasn't been easy. I moved here to become independent. Learn to do things on my own that; learn to do things that others seem to have learned without flying across an ocean :p
I have been doing everything for my own: cooking, cleaning, navigating the city without gps. But I feel like I am not quite there.. Will that feeling ever go away, or is it something I have to live with?
Z
I saw that magical fountain yesterday. It was amazing. A huge fountain, light show and disney songs it can't get any better :)
Still this journey hasn't been easy. I moved here to become independent. Learn to do things on my own that; learn to do things that others seem to have learned without flying across an ocean :p
I have been doing everything for my own: cooking, cleaning, navigating the city without gps. But I feel like I am not quite there.. Will that feeling ever go away, or is it something I have to live with?
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| All the old people congregate to this place and play until late |
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| Friend of ours. |
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| A tomato! |
Z
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Monday, May 14, 2012
Nana why don't you get a job
I'll be going to work starting tomorrow. So these are the last batch of pictures for a little while...
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Moving the Thumb Ring
Things are getting busy, which I like :)
Friday I go see the magic fountain with friends
http://www.bcn.cat/parcsijardins/fonts/EN/magica.html
Saturday, beach volleyball and then a party.
Today. Cooking and cleaning :(
Alright, ladies and gentlemen,
For your entertainment and contemplation I have a tale for you. A true story that happened to me yesterday.
After cooking and cleaning for a large portion of the day, my roommates kicked me out, kindly :) to see some more of the city, its pretty late but in Spain, everyone is out all the time.
While I was out, I decided to catch one of those tourist buses. I always see them, and it would be a good way see the city and explore some places I have not seen before.
At the ticket booth, I ask about the buses from a gentlemen, not much older than me. He has a cool hair style, with some scruff and a nose ring. His English is pretty good, and find it comforting in a city that seems to eat, sleep, and breath Spanish, and Catalan :)
So he starts to chat me up. I am a bored tourist with nothing to do, so I talk to him. Its cool. I see him talk in Japanese, Italian, Spanish, Catalan, and of course English. So after a while, the sun is setting. I was there maybe a half an hour. So like my Spanish teacher taught me, to practice my Spanish ¿Te gusteria tomar un cafe conmigo para practicer mi espanol? Which means, do you want to drink some coffee with me and practice Spanish with me?
He seemed cool. So we walk along the street, and he points out buildings, telling me the history of them. We meet some of his female friends and chill with them for a bit. So after a couple of hours instead of coffee we end up at a Japanese restaurant. I can honestly say we spoke mostly English.
We talk, he just broke up with his lover after 7 years, and his father died recently. He is starting his own business. He has a dream to Japan. Micky was an interesting fellow. Still he kept asking me questions about myself, but I just thought he was curious, like my Spanish teacher told me about people from Barcelona.
Then he started to get very handy. But again, my Spanish teacher told me this was normal. Spanish people are warm! It is there custom!
I go to the bathroom and he pays bill, which is extremely kind of him. We go out to a bar, one that we worked at. And then it comes, "You know people that have their ring on their thumb in Spain, it means that you are bisexual. Are you gay?"
I am not gay, never tried, never been curious, but I appreciate the compliment :)
Micky is a cool guy, we are going to hang out later.
That was my yesterday. Today moving the ring.
Friday I go see the magic fountain with friends
http://www.bcn.cat/parcsijardins/fonts/EN/magica.html
Saturday, beach volleyball and then a party.
Today. Cooking and cleaning :(
Alright, ladies and gentlemen,
For your entertainment and contemplation I have a tale for you. A true story that happened to me yesterday.
After cooking and cleaning for a large portion of the day, my roommates kicked me out, kindly :) to see some more of the city, its pretty late but in Spain, everyone is out all the time.
While I was out, I decided to catch one of those tourist buses. I always see them, and it would be a good way see the city and explore some places I have not seen before.
At the ticket booth, I ask about the buses from a gentlemen, not much older than me. He has a cool hair style, with some scruff and a nose ring. His English is pretty good, and find it comforting in a city that seems to eat, sleep, and breath Spanish, and Catalan :)
So he starts to chat me up. I am a bored tourist with nothing to do, so I talk to him. Its cool. I see him talk in Japanese, Italian, Spanish, Catalan, and of course English. So after a while, the sun is setting. I was there maybe a half an hour. So like my Spanish teacher taught me, to practice my Spanish ¿Te gusteria tomar un cafe conmigo para practicer mi espanol? Which means, do you want to drink some coffee with me and practice Spanish with me?
He seemed cool. So we walk along the street, and he points out buildings, telling me the history of them. We meet some of his female friends and chill with them for a bit. So after a couple of hours instead of coffee we end up at a Japanese restaurant. I can honestly say we spoke mostly English.
We talk, he just broke up with his lover after 7 years, and his father died recently. He is starting his own business. He has a dream to Japan. Micky was an interesting fellow. Still he kept asking me questions about myself, but I just thought he was curious, like my Spanish teacher told me about people from Barcelona.
Then he started to get very handy. But again, my Spanish teacher told me this was normal. Spanish people are warm! It is there custom!
I go to the bathroom and he pays bill, which is extremely kind of him. We go out to a bar, one that we worked at. And then it comes, "You know people that have their ring on their thumb in Spain, it means that you are bisexual. Are you gay?"
I am not gay, never tried, never been curious, but I appreciate the compliment :)
Micky is a cool guy, we are going to hang out later.
That was my yesterday. Today moving the ring.
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