Looking for apartments and finding Burger King
In a beginning of a hunt for an apartment in Pamplona one must always try everything. This I know from moving around a lot back in my hometown. The farthest apartment may be the best one, the last one you'd ever think of/the biggest, the fugliest/ the most comfortable one. And so on. This set of hunting has now begun since the amount of sleep we are getting at the moment is not sufficient for living. That you'd know if you've been reading my last posts. Good girl/boy/hen. Liz, who is a superhuman/knows better Spanish than me, found several adds and people to contact last night. I thought I'd call the English apartment girl = me making some kind of contribution and today walk the distance to see the flat.
35 minutes later after departure, not getting my hopes up when searching the map for answers about where I might be, I'm stopping a guy for help. He's awfully nice and helpful, pointing me in the right direction and I was back on track. 25 minutes later I'd seen the flat and taken some pictures.
On my way home I got lost again.
35 minutes later after departure, not getting my hopes up when searching the map for answers about where I might be, I'm stopping a guy for help. He's awfully nice and helpful, pointing me in the right direction and I was back on track. 25 minutes later I'd seen the flat and taken some pictures.
On my way home I got lost again.
/Louise
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