Let's talk about my wows in the commitment with myself. The ones I pledge to do within this up-coming year. Since I take this way to serious I only have some easy ones.
Love myself more
Take more chances and never hesitate
Break up with bad habits
And if there is any place left I'll try to break up my life long relationship with candy and put my money into travelling instead.
I think this will be a success! Can't wait for this awesome year to begin already.
...and since I'm on a roll, I'd like to talk about this new TV series that I'm plowing.
Have you ever had that feeling of when you see the intro of one series and it is just something in your bones that says, YES baby this is it!...? Ever?
That is exactly what happened when I saw the first season of Game of thrones. Looking forward to the third season of course. But since I am the pesky little nerd that I am, I can't really just swallow everything in one gulp of satisfaction.
For those of you who live in the dark and without Game of thrones wisdom - here ya go!
I also strongly recommend to actually watch the series, haha.
The thing I'm having serious issues with, is when it comes to one thing which seems to be like something that everyone else loves. The visual effects. I'm talking dragons, transforming and everything that includes the help of a computer. Too much visual effects of dragons and such is such a turn off. Where is the mysticism, the dragon is for fuck sake climbing around on Khaleesi's shoulders. I don't want to see everything and be seduced by the special effects. That would be a no. Maybe my imagination is not developed enough too some but, nah, I like it more "real".
Back on track, what series is it that I'm trying to talk about. The Misfits, of course :) I just liked it from start.
I'll give you the intro.
The song is The Rapture - Echoes.
I'm onto the second season now but I prefer the first one. We'll see how this turn out. The soundtrack is however exactly what I'd like to call a utopia.
My health people. I don't know how to take care of myself in Sweden. There is just something with my body which is not comprehending with its surroundings here. I feel bloated, I sleep a significantly horrifying amount of hours and even though I've tried just everything to include/exclude in my diet, my body just responds with giving me acne and black areas under my eyes. Also when I say bloated I mean, it takes my body more than two days to recover from working out. I am not, for your knowledge, a body builder so the recovering time would be less, moreover the clothes are getting tighter and I'm turning into this formless blob. Not really the results you'd like to have after working out or at least, not me.
There is nothing wrong with me since I survived Spain without feeling any of this. Sure I was really sick this one time but now I feel constantly ill. Right now I'm trying this "drink a lot of water and keep hydrated" which I really couldn't do in Spain, because of the chlorine and the feeling of drinking water from a swimming pool. That shit is nasty. Can't say that I feel any better though.
And the Christmas continues. I haven't been home a week yet and oh the jolly stress that lures just around the corner, such bliss. Run away with me, anyone?
To face the psychical things, yes face them, I got the acne back.
Moving back to Sweden was that kind of painful thing that I presumed in the first case. Of course I missed my friends but...
Abroad, where I've been, they call the swedes the "beautiful people" because of their blonde, tall appearance. We are supposed to be cool and laid-back, everything solves itself Sweden.
NEWSFLASH
Swedish people can be so cruel and disgusting. Bad apples grow everywhere.
Since I'm back in this godforsaken situation that I am, I'm back into old habits of watching vloggers talk about proBody, slut shaming etc important issues and I came across this simple line watching a new girl I've never seen before. Under her vlogg she texted, “Why does it hurt you if I don’t hate myself?” and I just felt the accuracy.
I'm quite strong, I have quite strong opinions but I confess that am a fool. I have this problem with not realizing that people can be so fucking stupid and all over so fucking in love with spraying their fucking "perfect" lives over other people (also called bragging, but I prefer the other image) and then not realizing themselves that not everyone wants to be them or the image of what they think is the "best" model of living/how one shall live their life.
Like for instance, skinny, superficial, wealthy, consuming and the best one: proud (this I have extreme issues with and it's eating me from the inside).
I'm not saying that one shall not be proud of what they've been doing in their life but please, just think about how you express and say this and then don't even think about projecting this onto other people with the intention of making them feel bad. You can be motivational and inspiring but really, do you want me to be you and do everything that you've done? Are you the perfect human, flawless? Get out of here. I'm so happy for you *slow clap*
Just because all people are not the same as you doesn't mean they are "bad" determined from your life experience and you have the right to slowly judge them. *sigh*
It's not like that I have a lot of these kind of people in my environment but when they occasionally appear I am just struck by fear, for them.
But sure, you keep counting them calories and you have a lucky life. In this situation I really do think that "Like barn leka bäst" and please, leave me alone.
Just less than twelve hours left and I'm hyperventilating. I know, I'm behaving like a child. Nothing is going to happen (I HOPE) with the travel home and if it does I'll work things out. Just the msallest things: it's not like it's one train or one flight. More or less - cab - train - another train and then the last flight.
Can't forget to breath. Or eat for that matter. I hate travelling alone.
Now that I so abruptly are going home I thought that maybe, since it's soon Christmas and all, my followers would like some history behind Spanish Christmas Long story short, they don't have the red Santa Claus here. Instead...
Olentzero. It's a Basque Christmas tradition. According to Basque traditions Olentzero comes to town late at night on the 24th of December to drop off presents for children. Since I'm quite out of sorts I'm just gonna leave you with this link to a website: Find out more about legend of Olentzero!
I was walking far from home Where the names were not burned along the wall Saw a building high as heaven But the door was so small, door was so small I saw rainclouds, little babies And a bridge that had tumbled to the ground I saw sinners making music I've dreamt of that sound, dreamt of that sound I was walking far from home But I carried your letters all the while I saw lovers in a window Whisper, "Want me like time, want me like time" I saw sickness, blooming fruit trees I saw blood and a bit of it was mine I saw children in a river But their lips were still dry, lips were still dry I was walking far from home And I found your face mingled in the crowd Saw a boatful of believers sail off Talking too loud, talking too loud I saw sunlight on the water Saw a bird fall like a hammer from the sky Saw an old woman on the speed train She was closing her eyes, closing her eyes (...) Crying, "Take me back home, take me back home" Saw a highway, saw an ocean I saw widows in the temple to the law Naked dancers in the city How they spoke for us all, spoke for us all Saw loaded linen tables And a motherless colt, then it was gone I saw hungry brothers waiting With a radio on, radio on I was walking far from home Where the names were not burned along the wall Saw a wet road form a circle And it came like a call, came like a call From the Lord
I am very much in love with the concept of fiery, strong men and women dancing. However me, myself, can not execute anything like a flamenco four o'clock in the morning. Being sober. Never underestimate the power of being a little canned.
This sweetheart took me out for some, I don't really know, talking which ended up being a walk and more talk. I think we discussed things such as suicide and Victoria's Secret models. Excellent. Since this is Pamplona we did find a bar that was open and some too advanced dancing occurred Advanced is just to touch it lightly. Woopah Gangnam style.
As the evening passed we found this old bus standing around in one of the market-places. The model, erhm, wrong of me, the journalist executed an excellent modeling session right in front of my eyes and as the lady I am, I politely took a picture, haha. The bus however, what was it doing there? Anyone knows?
Such an important day today. Finally I've been too Huarte, fucking finally. And how was it? Rather... normal - quoting Julia. It's just a matter of acceptance - everything extraordinaire and awesome happens in the summer here. The blooming of everything I'll never discover unless I save up all of my money and return in San Fermin. Challenge accepted!
Yesterday the meter of visitors on this blog, reached a hundred! Holy mother of balls! You, guys, amazing work.
For those who´ve thought about the future of this blog I can calm you with that I will continue writing here. There is more travelling ahead for me and of course, more interesting things to encounter. As well as the people I meet on everyday basics! Don't be afraid of giving me some feedback on my writing and if there is anything you'd like to know before I leave his lovely place, digame!
This spring (just to give you something) I've chose to take on a big task of mine that I think I've pushed in front of me too long now, but I will not spill that secret yet.
WARNING! This post will contain a goofy picture of me. Look at my muscles!
No, let's be serious, my body is quite ready for beach 2013 even though I'm not attending any Beach 2013. Unless it's San Sebastían. Oh, I would get naked for that beach, any time. Did I just say naked? I mean, in a bikini. Gluten free eating for the win!
A smart thing to do before leaving your home country is to buy a guide. Whether you'll stick to the guide or not is up to you but they tend to come in handy. Guides tells us where to go, what to enjoy and and how to maneuver ourselves. This is my guide too "Your Last Night In Pamplona/Iruña"
The preparations starts early with eating potatoes and watching TV series. You don't really need plans. The plans will find you. After that, go for some candy and a stroll around the Casco Veijo. Be sure not to take out any money 'cause you don't know where the night will take you. Return to your current stay and aim at taking a nap.
Voila! Now you're on the way to a friends house. Be sure to wear something you feel comfortable with, like skintight jeans and a sultry top. You look perfect. How did this happen you might ask? Don't ask. Here, in this enormous flat you will have to take a hold of your smoking. It might kill you, you know. Keep sipping on your drink and pretend that you know more spanish than you do.
To spice up the night and unfortunately higher your expectations, watch this as many times as you like.
Shortly after this you'll find yourself heading with some sexy ladies towards a bar. Outside the bar awaits circa twenty-five boys all in their early thirties. Don't look for someone to talk to you, someone will find you. Bam and here we have a model. He talks to you, charms you but what you need to do is to run inside the bar because there is where it happens. What happens? The music. You don't have to cringe because of the music, they mostly play spanish hit tunes blended with The Smiths here.
A girl will ask you "Do you want a beer?" and be sure to remember that you forgot to take out money. On a good day she will save the day and hand you 20 euros. Be sure to smile this entire time you are in the bar. Hand back the change to the girl. She will look surprised as you hand her back 25 euros.
Jemaine from FOTC were there as well as you
Time to explore the area. Inside the bar there is nothing to discover other than bitches trying to push themselves past you so head out. What happens next? Wildly looking FOTC clone appears. Even he is devastatingly charming, have a quick chat with him as well. Be sure to talk to everyone since this is your last night out and you'll never know when this happens again. Maybe never. Feel free to be as attractive as you really are and the compliments will roll in.
All of a sudden the bar closes, where are you heading? You don't even know. Now the model is back. Let him show you his bracelet of CROSSFIT and keep talking to him. Don't say to much about yourself, if you don't like too. Where are we heading? Home.
Walking is now the best medicine for you 'casue let's be honest. You had more than a beer in that bar. Since the model is still faithfully by your side.and you already have him on your hook, be sure to watch your step. Every now and then people don't pick up the shit after their dogs. Be careful. If you are wearing heels you can go for a fake fall, the model will go bananers superman move on you. Don't worry, he does CROSSFIT. If there is a possibility of talking too your friends, do so, but in general they will be to drunk and tired by this hour. It's six in the morning, what are you doing?
You're happy, beautiful and Mister Navarra (I am not kidding) is talking to you. Here the night ends, go back to your room and sleep.
Maybe this was not helpful at all but I had a great night.
Hasta luego,
Louise
So, I told you I was sick for a week, more or less. It started out with what I thought was an normal reaction to drinking. You've all been there, I know that, but in my case I actually thought that someone must have spiced up my drinks a bit 'cause I really felt like shit. And it didn't go off until today. Anyway, living on barely nothing is not something I recommend. So people who live out of rice cakes and water, I don't get it??
The benefits of having an upset stomach for a week is for starters this: You loose a lot of weight and hey, that sounds great. NOT. Because the weight you're actually loosing is water and on plus you loose capability of for example, acting human and the whole eating thing is nothing you manage to do. You look extremely much like a starved jew back in the WWII days and you don't fancy any kind of human contact. Plus you smell so bad. It got so bad I thought I might have gotten some kind of hepatitis or an offspring of it. People were like "You like fine, really" and my response to that is "makeup....makeup...makeup". Well sometimes not even the makeup stays in your face because you're sweating so heavily that it comes off.
The worst part was when my flatmate came home and asked me why the apartment smelled bad and I instantly, "I think it's me, I'm so sorry" than I hunched back into my room and stayed there.
But now it's over or at least I think so. We'll see.
I was going to show you a picture but in a lager scale it looks terrible. My face, dios mio. Kids, don't ever try this at home.
After a week of being completely immobile because of my stomach, I finally went too that dinner with my office. And what a success The waiter was an asshole, we waited for like an hour for our table and as the evening progressed I mostly hung out with my phone more than actually talking with the crew. The food however was OK to be fair and the wine as well. Marvelous!
Yes, the thought might strike you that oneself as myself might miss it here. The wine and such. And you sir, are correct!
This is what I managed to take in somewhat a picture form during the night but imagine that you're sitting in a wine cellar. Nothing fancy and original about it really but it was the company who made the night. And of course, to see everybody get a bit canned.
Prepacked my suitcase just in case of knowing how much junk I'll be able to bring home. Haha, I need a new suitcase already. My room however looks better without stuff in it, bigger. So cleaning out rubbish was a good idea. Gives me a change to buy more rubbish, hihi.
Today is another day of having nothing to do and on top of that I don't have any work. I feel unmotivated and in someway, somehow I woke up this morning and without noticing it my butt stuck in the sofa after breakfast. There has been three hours and I am still stuck here. What's making me feel worse is that I always have the tendency to watch motivational fitness pictures when I restlessly have nothing to do. But I really don't have the urge of running or working out (not that I'm a quitter, back home I'll probably begin exercising again) and there is nothing wrong with my butt and one pound fat is larger than one pound of muscles. Ayayay, my head. Should I go shopping, maybe for Christmas presents? I don't even think that anything is open today and is it legit to buy wine as a Christmas gift? Or a cheese. Searching the net for advice is useless. "No, I don't feel like buying a mankini...or a vibrator that looks like Santa Claus". Usually I just find the perfect gifts by accident.
(I take no credit of this picture. I don't know who she is so don't ask me about her phone number)
When I mentioned a couple of weeks ago about the flatlugg by other words also called the basque hairdo, I meant something like this. The fringe you can also get in shorter editions, like babyhair short. This is however, what most of the girls look like here. So when are you planning to make your trip to Pamplona? And mostly everyone have had their nose pierced and some of them are gypsy. Exotic <3
The usual input. What has it been now? One week, two?
Last week I just felt like shit and stayed in most of the time. Maybe I went through some kind of depression since shit is happening so fast and all I wanna do is to actually go home, back to my cold winterland Sweden. It ain't that bad, people! But I stand tall and will make these last weeks fucking perfect. And so I did.
Last Saturday Julia and I went for San Sebastían. Even though our bus was full and we had to go for another, we eventually made it. After two hours and a round tour in most of the cities in Navarra.
The pinchos were good and the beer better.That piece of salmon tickled my taste buds just in the right places and have you every heard about the queso Idiazábal (the link is in spanish). I approve of that cheese. I am thinking about starting a expost/import business. Here they need glögg and us people in Sweden need this cheese.
I found crepes with nutella (not like them crepes in Aix but nothing beats nutella) and while we were at it, we bought a fake tit. Why not, actually? Unfortunately I think we lost it later that night. Well, that is what happens when you carry your tits out, apparently. Que pena. Such a nice tit. And I made Julia buy fake lashes, hehe. But totally worth it since she has these criminally long lashes and with them her eyes looked dashing. Everything about her looked dashing that night. If I looked dashing? No, I was drunk.
In these pictures it looks so cold but it was nice and we got some healthy sun. Also the shores were beautiful. Like any other summer resort.
From the port side of San Sebastían. There was this lovely, long walk and hysterically many people running/jogging/exercising who kept bumping into us.
It's raining. Suddenly things are feeling more OK for staying in and feeling ill. Hurray! Sipping coffee and watching chic-flick movies like a mad woman. Well, at least I admit it. Yesterday I sent out more applies for volunteer work elsewhere and when I say elsewhere I mean somewhere special. Very special. Yes Sofia, yes. SO, let all of us cross our little fingers and pray.
For those who haven't get it yet, the main reason of me going home is that they are closing down the Youth Council in Pamplona. maybe for good.
This decision were made by the Gouverment. Which were their arguments for closing the council? And you might think that they would think a bit longer than solo for saving up money. For who else than the teenagers, are our future?
Isn't it a right for younger people to have the same possibilities to change and influence as adults? Shouldn't there be activities and a possibility for young people to build there opinion but meeting other teenagers and be aware of drugs, sex roles, feeling equal and environmental issues, for example?
What's important for young adults is the possibility to have strong role models and to be enlighten of things that happen in our current society for their own future. As well as be able to attend activities to open the doors to a new acquaintanceship and self knowledge.
Visit their site and make a move! There is still a possibility to make change!
The gluten free eating continues and now I have put in a second gear. Started running and pushing myself harder. There is however always a border of how far you can push yourself and be sure to never cross that line. I did it unfortunately and my back protested directly. Be careful! The weather here is almost always suitable for running as well as the roads around my apartment. You just go down the hill and voila, there is a perfect park for running. Running on asphalt is one thing I'll never recommend to anyone (maybe my worst enemy though...) but here there's gravel just next to the roads so a big thumb up. As far as now there has been 5 hours of running in a week and I am so fucking proud of myself. Now there is just keeping it up and savour the benefits of looking and feeling great. And I have to tell you all a secret. The girl who runs up the hill/staircase and by the top of the hill screams YES and punching the air around her, it's me. Just wanted to let you know. Feel free to join me in running up that hill. The hill of victory!
I failed miserable this morning with waking up. There must be a better place where to put my phone or at least change my morning tune, I just haven't found it yet. The fact that I was tired as shit yesterday could be a reason for not waking up too... maybe.
My flatmate MissAwesome dragged me out Saturday night. As for me, I had planned the evening solo for sleeping and watching Bane in different camera angles on Tumblr/DarkKnightRises and all of a sudden Julia storms in. Staying in watching Bane is not a bad leisure but indeed a very significant factor of keeping yourself motivated... Ended up with us going out.
But actually now, maybe three hours late, here I am at the office, drinking coffee from a terrible dirty cup and listening to Danko Jones. Eh, I mean, working hard.
Attended Agora, an event at UPNA - the university of Pamplona, this weekend. More about that on Monday though. Want to get the information right. But I'll give you the catchwords - art, politics, lectures, basque and media.
Thank you Izaskun, for being such a good support this weekend.
Not too bad I'd say. Speaking is still hard but I'm trying. No need to push me people, I'll work in my own pace. TV is in fact the greatest help, it is indeed a good media (since everything is dubbed I don't have much of a choice, haha) as well as the Spanish classes. An effing shame that I'm going home but like I mentioned in an earlier post, I won't stop here, I won't give up. What I know for sure is that I won't be living in my hometown for long after this.
And hard, that out of hell leads up to light. - JOHN MILTON, Paradise Lost
One of my favorite quotations and my mantra whenever I'm having a rough time. Four more weeks here and then I'm heading home for Sweden. I just feel that this won't stop me. I will find a shorter way and another project.
The new season of American Horror story Asylum kind of held me up all night. So there was an allnighter with AHS last night, just plowing episode after episode. Goosebumps I tell ya'll. Or was it the wine? Does it matter? Yes, I do approve of the combination of blood, gore and wine. Haven't seen the first season, begin with it. And the question mark about every gif with Adam Levine getting all sexed up by a girl in leather pants that has been tumblring around on Tumblr lately, finally got the answer. It's from the first episode. His arm also gets ripped off. Yum.
And of course I have to post the french song, That’s the popular 1963 tune “Dominique,” recorded by Jeanine Deckers, a woman otherwise known as the Singing Nun.
Peter Hollens liked my picture on Instagram this morning. I was fangirling so fucking much over this.
This guy is amazing! And his girl as well :)
In other news.
Arrived at the office this morning, like always. Yesterday the decision was taken about what hereafter will happen to the office. Unfortunately there was bad news and I might go home after december. Sucky for me, a total disaster for them. Wish I had Donald Trumph's phonenumber now for some charity money. Someone who has it? Feel free to contribute.
This song has stuck on my brain since I saw This.Means.War starring Tom Hardy and Chris Pine. Which by the way was the lamest movie I've watched in years. High expectations, greater fall.
Because of Overly Manly man I can't stop laughing. Because of Tenacious D I can't stop laughing.
Last night Julia was home. She caught me on the way to the toilet and consequently we discussed series and men. It has become somewhat a habit of ours. As a result we confirmed that Spain doesn't have any good TV series. However not in the same league as Dexter or Breaking Bad (Any objections, anyone? No, ok. Case dismissed) This however is just some of the series I watch. Maybe it's not that good for my Spanish but what the hell. For keeping myself alive ATM I watch.
Dexter
Supernatural
Fringe
Breaking Bad
Doctor Who
Castle
Black Books
Spartacus Blood and Sand
and I quote constantly. I like that shit.
Just note that I am so fucking proud of being a nerd.
And oh, the weekends. We went for a concert in Barañain. Folk/Reggae/Rap.
And for those in Sweden who actually have an opinion about me drinking a lot of beer here. I wouldn't even call it A LOT since the glasses are very small and in one night a normal person as myself consumes up to TWO BEERS. That is like half a beer in Sweden. Don't be a retard. The drinking I left too the guys standing outside the bar, just next to the door, pissing. I am sorry boys...
Good morning or lunch, or either one you prefer. Sending some love from a Monday here in Iruña (the second name of the city, in Basque), just arrived in the office. Modestly late and in time for some coffee. This is not a good pattern though. I should've woken up earlier. But yesterday I couldn't sleep and ended up watching movies until four in the morning.
The only good thing about watching movies until four in the morning is that you'll learn spanish faster. What I recommend the second volunteer coming here to Pamplona or whomever you are, watch television Even though it might be the dubbed version of "Fresh Prince of Bel Air" it's good practice. I do this almost every morning with my breakfast and occasionally in the night too.
Feels like a smaller victory when I actually understand what they are talking about in the morning meetings. Jag är jävligt bra for being here only one month.
This is a normal Monday by the way. The office and later the classes. Thinking about spicing it up with some running even though my legs feels like mashed potatoes and I had trouble with walking down the stairs from the apartment.
Living in an apartment might not be the easiest thing in the world or am I the one that is forever jinxed? Ok, what is happening right now in the apartment area...?
It begins with our neighbour. He has decided to make our lifes a living hell. Apparently his human being have consisted of a majority of assholery ever since Julia and Leire moved in last year. AND since I've moved in we've apparently had parties with circa 50 persons (all dressed in high heels, superdrunk and constantly screaming to around 6am) and we've been pissing in the stairway. So he calls the landlord and complains on how we are behaving. While we were at it we apparently had a tap dancing lesson with our high heels on. Note that I don't even own a pair of high heels down here in España...
This is not an actual mugshot so no panic.
Shortly after the first call, the water pipe broke or at least something like it broke.The lovely neighbours apartment got apparently flooded (he was not having a flow...) The neighbour, furious with anger, runs up the stairs and begins screaming and slamming on our door. Luckily for me I don't understand spanish spoken rapidly. Ehe. But the child-friendly version of it were like that we should GO TO HELL etc. Shortly after that we found a note stuck under our door filled with hatred like if we do this one more time we are going to hell, signed "The angry neighbour". Gotta love your neighbours. At friday our landlord (indeed a very handsome man) comes by at 10pm to look at it and while we are standing and talking about what to do in this situation which is not more than calling the insurance company, the neighbour is standing in the stairway screaming at passing neighbours about how we are behaving 3'a lock in the morning. Is he even up at that hour, are we up?
Usually I am sleeping and IF I'm out and about, I am sitting in a bar, drinking a Coronita (adorable name)
This is what have been happening in a week. I think I've mostly been sleeping actually.
Fore those who haven't seen the movie Labyrinth (1986) starring David Bowie (Jareth) and Jennifer Connelly (Sarah), I'd recommend you people to just go and watch it pronto. Eighties fantasy with puppets. Tjis is the perfect movie if you enjoy movies like Gremlings (1984) and/or Beetlejuice (which was produced in 1988, I would have never known) and if this doesn't sound that intriguing then I guess you are a child of the 90's and then just move along.
The plot revolves around Sarah's quest to reach the center of an enormous otherworldly maze to rescue her infant brother Toby, who has been kidnapped by Jareth, the Goblin King. With the exception of Bowie and Connelly, most of the significant characters in the film are played by puppets produced by Jim Henson's Creature Shop. James Maury "Jim" Henson (1936 – 1990) was an American puppeteer, best known as the creator of The Muppets. Apart from the dramatic acting and Bowie's tight pants, we have the music and the singing. I had goose bumps throughout the whole movie since it sent me down memory lane.
For those at the office who wonders what I am listening too. Dug out this beauty from the pile of videos I´ve "Liked" over the years. I can't believe that such a game like Skyrim is already put on the shelf. Or at least it's not as hot as it was before. Hell, "Sells 3.5 Million Copies Within 48 Hours Of Release", should be some good gaming experience right there. Well, the soundtrack mixed with Peter Hollens voice - the perfect offspring. I approve.
For those who waited anxiously: And now it's time for some interesting facts about this place where I live yo! A pincho (spanish. "thorn" or "spike") or pintxo (basque) is a snack, typically eaten in bars, traditional in northern Spain and especially popular in the Basque country. They are usually eaten in bars or taverns as a small snack while hanging out with friends or relatives; therefore they have a strong socializing component, and in the Basque country they are usually regarded as a cornerstone of local culture and society. They are related to tapas, the main difference being that pinchos are usually 'spiked' with a skewer or toothpick, often to a piece of bread. They are served in individual portions and always ordered and paid for independently from the drinks. It is not impossible, however, to have the same item called "pincho" in one place and "tapa" in other.
My favourite is the tortilla. Mmm, potatoes.
And now hopefully ya'll know what I'm jibbering about when I mention some deliscious pintxos. hasta luego, Louise
Post weekend. Think I´ve catched something that's circulating around in the office right now. And now a new week of work starts (mayória tranduccíon). GOD KNOWS I HATE MONDAYS. Will not be able to see Liz for two weeks since she's going somewhere, somehow (!) for a camp with her work but we executed a perfect "fika" yesterday with pintxos and Yogi tea..
The only solution for not having anything to do is.... Like the represent for the Swedish people here in Pamplona I am just going to do what a normal Swede would do. Which is WORK MORE. Of course, also watch series since I've gotten persuaded by my flatmate to start watching Breaking bad.
Voila, el primer fotografía de yo. The vision behind this photo was to transfer the feeling I'm having today. I think it's a successful photo.Looks like I'm fourteen.
Sick and tired of my work already. Been working with it one day. Still feel quite unmotivated because I know that I will fail in the end. Just a quick side note: If you want something done your way, do it yourself.
Instead of doing what I should I surf the net for stuff I shouldn't search for. Moha.
And if you want to be a hippie, here’s some
advices to become one.
· Be open-minded and liberal · Listen to hippie music · Be organic · Don't pollute · Wear colorful clothing or clothing from the 60's, 70's. · Protest against violence, weapons, racism, unfair laws and minority discrimination · Grow your hair and be natural · Learn a martial art such as tai chi, but remember you are doing it because of the eastern philosophy behind it, it is not to be exploited for harming others · Just be yourself! Have any religion and believe in anything you wish. There's no ground rules or regulations on being a hippie that you must follow. · Becoming a hippie does not restrict you to the steps above. It is a general guide on how hippies were in the past generations. You may stretch and experiment with your own style(s), for example, wearing earrings, lip gloss, and creating your own food diet. · Try to make peace in any arguments. Be the mediator for issues and see if you can help people by listening and giving advice. · Just because past generations of hippies have smoked marijuana doesn't mean you have to; while it may cause short term memory loss, it is also illegal in most countries and could possibly send you to a state prison.
