Sept 27 entry
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bending_sickleI suppose this has to be a long entry.
The transatlantic trip as pretty uneventful: didn’t sleep and crappy movie. There was, however, an unusual number of Italians on board, including the two next to me. The guy sitting in aisle (I was window), Akille, was very nice. We ended up chatting a lot, even hanging out together an hour at the terminal in Amsterdam. We even swapped emails. Go ahead and be shocked, I know I was.
I landed in Barcelona Tuesday with my overweight luggage and promptly slept all afternoon and then had no problem sleeping through the night until midday the next day. I went with my aunt, Ana, to check out cell phones (called mobiles, not cells, here), but didn’t end up buying it till Friday. I saw Tomas, a guy who’s worked for years at my aunt and uncle’s bar/restaurant on the beach, and is now renting it. I’ve known him for years, since I was little. He still chain-smokes, which makes me unhappy. Ana and I went off to Barcelona Thursday, hung about and checked out stores for her tall and large sister (needless to say, we didn’t find anything).
Friday was the day we’d planned on going to Burgos, where my other uncle, Pablo, mom and grandma were. Good thing too, because a few hours before we got into the car, Pablo called: they were going to operate grandma that very afternoon.
The operation went well, though grandma stayed till Sunday morning in the post-anesthesia recovery unit. She was recovering quite well till Tuesday morning, when she had to be operated on again due to a complication. She’s back at the PARU now.
So instead of staying here for the weekend, I’m staying indefinitely.
Both my mom and Pablo are taking it all very badly, of course. Cesar, my Barcelona uncle, had to go back Monday night, but remains concerned, albeit long-distance.
I still don’t know what I’m going to do here in Spain now or this year. Barcelona as a city absolutely terrifies me, whilst Burgos isn’t an option, being a titchy tiny city. Mom as talking to a friend of hers in Barcelona and mentioned how I’d take some classes at the university there. Oh really? I wasn’t aware of that plan. But really, no, I have no idea what I’m going to do. It takes some 8 months for the government to validate my BSc. So no help there.
Sometimes I wonder why I left Canada in the first place, and other times I think that there’s really no easy place for me to stay. Others, I’m all for going to Scotland and living in a little cabin on a grassy and foggy hill for the rest of my days.
I miss the girls.
PS: New computer = a good thing
The transatlantic trip as pretty uneventful: didn’t sleep and crappy movie. There was, however, an unusual number of Italians on board, including the two next to me. The guy sitting in aisle (I was window), Akille, was very nice. We ended up chatting a lot, even hanging out together an hour at the terminal in Amsterdam. We even swapped emails. Go ahead and be shocked, I know I was.
I landed in Barcelona Tuesday with my overweight luggage and promptly slept all afternoon and then had no problem sleeping through the night until midday the next day. I went with my aunt, Ana, to check out cell phones (called mobiles, not cells, here), but didn’t end up buying it till Friday. I saw Tomas, a guy who’s worked for years at my aunt and uncle’s bar/restaurant on the beach, and is now renting it. I’ve known him for years, since I was little. He still chain-smokes, which makes me unhappy. Ana and I went off to Barcelona Thursday, hung about and checked out stores for her tall and large sister (needless to say, we didn’t find anything).
Friday was the day we’d planned on going to Burgos, where my other uncle, Pablo, mom and grandma were. Good thing too, because a few hours before we got into the car, Pablo called: they were going to operate grandma that very afternoon.
The operation went well, though grandma stayed till Sunday morning in the post-anesthesia recovery unit. She was recovering quite well till Tuesday morning, when she had to be operated on again due to a complication. She’s back at the PARU now.
So instead of staying here for the weekend, I’m staying indefinitely.
Both my mom and Pablo are taking it all very badly, of course. Cesar, my Barcelona uncle, had to go back Monday night, but remains concerned, albeit long-distance.
I still don’t know what I’m going to do here in Spain now or this year. Barcelona as a city absolutely terrifies me, whilst Burgos isn’t an option, being a titchy tiny city. Mom as talking to a friend of hers in Barcelona and mentioned how I’d take some classes at the university there. Oh really? I wasn’t aware of that plan. But really, no, I have no idea what I’m going to do. It takes some 8 months for the government to validate my BSc. So no help there.
Sometimes I wonder why I left Canada in the first place, and other times I think that there’s really no easy place for me to stay. Others, I’m all for going to Scotland and living in a little cabin on a grassy and foggy hill for the rest of my days.
I miss the girls.
PS: New computer = a good thing
