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.
Hasta luego,
Louise
Wednesday, 28 November 2012
Seven drunken nights
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.
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.
Tuesday, 27 November 2012
Unholy chaos
Everything feels so useless when you really can't change your situation into something, just something.
Hasta luego,
Louise
The show must go on! A little help here people!
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!
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.
Monday, 26 November 2012
People of the streets
Body update!
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!
Hasta luego,
Louise
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!
Hasta luego,
Louise
For the love of weekends
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.
Hasta luego,
Louise
Saturday, 24 November 2012
When you just gotta keep going
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.
Hasta luego,
Louise
Express yourself
Ads Louise, how is the Spanish progressing?
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.
Here comes a motivational song.
Hasta luego,
Louise
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.
Hasta luego,
Louise
Responsibility
Long is the way
And hard, that out of hell leads up to light.
- JOHN MILTON, Paradise Lost
- 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.
Hasta luego,
Louise
Friday, 23 November 2012
What in the world?
Apart from the bads news, I also have good news.
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.
Hasta luego,
Louise
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.
Hasta luego,
Louise
Bad news followers, very bad news
Peter Hollens liked my picture on Instagram this morning. I was fangirling so fucking much over this.
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.
Hasta luego,
Louise
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.
Hasta luego,
Louise
Wednesday, 21 November 2012
Blasphemy
"Let him without sin, cast the first stone"
Hasta luego,
Louise
Tuesday, 20 November 2012
Let's grow old together and die at the same time
Hasta luego,
Louise
Just give in
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.
Hasta luego,
Louise
Monday, 19 November 2012
Coming home for Christmas
My ticket home is booked! Hurray! Now let there be christmas!
And now begins the anxiety over flying. Halleluja.
Hasta luego,
Louise
Adventure with Liz
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...
Hasta luego,
Louise
Listen to The Xx
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.
Hasta luego,
Louise
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.
Hasta luego,
Louise
Friday, 16 November 2012
Thursday, 15 November 2012
Wednesday, 14 November 2012
Forever a jinx
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...
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.
Louise
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.
Esta my gata. Mi pequenita gata. Tu me manque.
Hasta luego,Louise
Labyrinth
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.
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.
Hasta luego,
Louise
Tuesday, 13 November 2012
Music makes the world go round
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.
Hasta luego,
Louise
Monday, 12 November 2012
Pinchos/pintxos and tapas
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.
And now hopefully ya'll know what I'm jibbering about when I mention some deliscious pintxos.
hasta luego,
Louise
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.
hasta luego,
Louise
A life sign
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.
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.
Hasta luego,
Louise
Friday, 9 November 2012
The arrow in my knee
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.
· 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.
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.
Thursday, 8 November 2012
Ursäkta om jag stör
Anyway, we had sandwiches and I am not really sure that I got the gluten free bread. I asked for coelíac bread (maybe I pronounced it wrong) and the bartender nodded. Half way through my scrumptious sandwich, filled with all kinds of heavenly mayo and zucchini, I felt dizzy and my stomach growled suspiciously.
Woke up this morning, puked and went to work.
¡Salud!,
Louise
Wednesday, 7 November 2012
@ el ofincina
For the flying fuck. It seems that now the hell begins. My co-workers have decided to force the Spanish (castellano or what kind of language they talk here) on me and I just gasp like a fish on dry land at the moment. It's not that fucking easy okay?
I guess this is what I get for trying to hard. Now people are putting in the second gear y si esto me mata...fuck it.
Well anyhow, tonight I'll both sign the contract and buy bedsheets.
I guess this is what I get for trying to hard. Now people are putting in the second gear y si esto me mata...fuck it.
Well anyhow, tonight I'll both sign the contract and buy bedsheets.
Whoppi Goldberg style - It's a happy day, ok?
Hasta luego,
Louise
Tuesday, 6 November 2012
Cumpleaños @ the office
The song that characterises his personality the most
Monday, 5 November 2012
Vill behålla barnet i mig
I am a cage, in search for a bird - Franz Kafka
Girl, you are just to hard to figure out,
Louise
I am the immunity
Today I miss home. Got struck by the Imisshomelightning this morning, sitting with my coffee cup in one hand, looking through photos of friends, boyfriend and my babycat. But at the same time I would never choose to go home now.
Another amazing thing that happened today. Caught bus twelve for class. Arrived 10 minutes earlier. Yay. One small step. Now Dexter and after that, hopefully some sleep.
Another amazing thing that happened today. Caught bus twelve for class. Arrived 10 minutes earlier. Yay. One small step. Now Dexter and after that, hopefully some sleep.
Buenas noche,
Louise
Bilbao = Bilbo
Please people. calm down. I will tell you about my weekend in Bilbao. But I don't really know where to start. The gaybar, the museum, the many rides with the metro....? Or the fact that the buses are namned Bilbo in Bilbao. Basque. I had a fangirl moment.
Well , it goes like this. One sweaty bus ride later we stood in the bus station in Bilbao. Me, terrified and anxious - Liz, calm and with The hitch-hiker's guide to Bilbao. At least I had my towel with me.
After a coffe break at a slimey little bar, some distressed conversation (mostly from my side. Of course Liz was calm. She had the guide. In french) and several cigarettes, we went on to find the tourist office. Walking might be good for you in such measures that your feet don't start to bleed. I passed that line numerous times. In a horror movie my feet might would had been able to star as the bloody props. Still looks disgusting.
Anyhooo....
Standing in Bilbao with a map is just as dangerous as it is in Pamplona. You mustn't take out your map in good faith in the middle of the street thinking you'd have the ability to peacefully look up where you'd like to go, people are going to jump onto you, wrestle you down and forcefully with a loud voice explain to you were the best pinxos and the cheapest beers is where to be found. This sounds pleasant and convenient for a tourist, you think? It is terrifying. If you don't know spanish.
A map is good but a GPS is better and if your gps is not working then use your french friend. She doesn't know how to read a map but she works perfectly when you need to lower your anxiety level.
We went inside the Gugenheim, a typically enormous museum and more museums, shops and bars. Constantly walking around everywhere.
I rate my weekend: Five ewokhugs out of five!
Ps.I luv U Liz, my little french heartwarming honey bumble bee
Well , it goes like this. One sweaty bus ride later we stood in the bus station in Bilbao. Me, terrified and anxious - Liz, calm and with The hitch-hiker's guide to Bilbao. At least I had my towel with me.
After a coffe break at a slimey little bar, some distressed conversation (mostly from my side. Of course Liz was calm. She had the guide. In french) and several cigarettes, we went on to find the tourist office. Walking might be good for you in such measures that your feet don't start to bleed. I passed that line numerous times. In a horror movie my feet might would had been able to star as the bloody props. Still looks disgusting.
Anyhooo....
Standing in Bilbao with a map is just as dangerous as it is in Pamplona. You mustn't take out your map in good faith in the middle of the street thinking you'd have the ability to peacefully look up where you'd like to go, people are going to jump onto you, wrestle you down and forcefully with a loud voice explain to you were the best pinxos and the cheapest beers is where to be found. This sounds pleasant and convenient for a tourist, you think? It is terrifying. If you don't know spanish.
A map is good but a GPS is better and if your gps is not working then use your french friend. She doesn't know how to read a map but she works perfectly when you need to lower your anxiety level.
We went inside the Gugenheim, a typically enormous museum and more museums, shops and bars. Constantly walking around everywhere.
I rate my weekend: Five ewokhugs out of five!
Ps.I luv U Liz, my little french heartwarming honey bumble bee
Thursday, 1 November 2012
The Black Keys
The people in Melbourne, I envy you.
When does my moment of total happiness arrive here in Pamplona? I also want to see some outrageously awesome bands. Ok, well, let's be reasonable. But today I really don't want to.
When does my moment of total happiness arrive here in Pamplona? I also want to see some outrageously awesome bands. Ok, well, let's be reasonable. But today I really don't want to.
If anyone wonders there is another fiesta today so this day I'm off work again. Today I am also moving into my new room. The renovated flat. That is a good chapter in the book of my life. And it gets even better since today everything is effing closed and I don't have any sheets or blankets or ANYTHING to sleep in. Stay tuned for more misery.
Hasta luego,
Louise
The best is the best. DOT
Should have posted this yesterday night but what the heck! Happy Halloween!
Just listen, k?
Hasta luego,
Louise
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