day 1000: my airport incident

no. i haven't even had this blog for 1000 days. but i wanted to make a dairy of 1000 days because now i've returned from spain and i'm currently back in my home country alone. my boyfriend is on his way to peru. today. so yesterday was day 1000. and also one of the worst days of my life. just a "small" incident in the airport in barcelona. i'm just asking myself how the hell i could come late. it really isn't my thing to come late. but it was the case yesterday. but "luckily" i could get on the plane.
  i had paid for 3 suitcases but i was only allowed to have one including my hand luggage, so what did i do? i started crying. actually i was crying all the way to the plane. embarrassing? sure. i think what provoked this was the stress from going home knowing i hadn't anything and of course that i didn't want to leave my boyfriend. but we're still together though, just the fact that we aren't going to see each other for almost 3 years makes my cry.
 anyway, i ran through the security control everything with my suitcase, slipping in my jacket, sweating like a pig and tears running down my face. people really starred at me like if they were thinking: WTF?

anyway i know i'm the one to blame for coming late. but the thing is that when they tell me two different things about the suitcases, i get pretty upset. and i desperately need me two other suitcases. so many important things. like clothes, irreplaceable things and other stuff. so what i'm going to do is: my sister's ex-husband is going to help me out. i'm going to ask a friend of mine  in barcelona to bring my suitcases to a company who can send me my stuff. i just need to know what company it is.

do have you a similar airport incident?

living in spain: seeing the doctor

do you have patience? if not, you better don't get sick or have any health issues in spain. well, i'm lucky that i'm an european citizen, but the receptionist told me that i needed a "tarjeta sanitaria" which i didn't have. i wasn't able to get a job. also i'm leaving in one week. anyway, after 10 minutes discussing with the receptionist about last names. it's clearly important which last name i had been given from my father and my mother. in fact is a funny thing, i know that i have only been given my last names of my father. i don't have any names from my mother at all. and clearly the receptionist didn't understand so instead she asked me for an explanation. almost after 45 minutes at the receptionist she managed  to give me a paper with the time i could go to see a doctor. so i went to the doctor later that day. i honestly expect that a doctor should be welcoming or at least show some confidence. but in spain apparently nothing seems to be like that. and the doctor was no exception. it wasn't even the worse. she ordered two types of medication, which i think was foolish. especially when one was pills and the other a lotion. not really difficult for me to choose. and when i ran downtown to the pharmacy the lady told me that the pills were at the awesome price of 50 euros. clearly i didn't have any money for that so i bought the lotion at the price of 7 euros. again. not difficult to choose. and the diagnosis? well it was what i feared. herpes zoster. (not that type of herpes). i have had this once when i was younger. and i swear i could scratch forever. until i almost started crying because it hurts. and now almost two weeks later. i have got cystitis or more known as a urinary bladder inflammation. i'm like... this is not happening right now. normally i'm not sick more than once or twice during a year. but lately my health is declining. but honestly i would really avoid to go to a doctor while traveling or living abroad.

have you ever had any haelth issues while traveling? 

day 3: love.

don't get me wrong. but long before even think of move to barcelona, i had met someone. picture it. don juan. i don't consider it as a relationship we had. and i'm happy for that. because of he wasn't anything but... well, don juan. so unfortunately i did comment to him one day that i was going to move to barcelona. why the hell did i do that for? anyway, after having been her for almost 5 months the jerk decides to contact me on skype. just to make it clear that he's seeing someone. could i care less? no. i was pretty much "done" with him. and now i'm totally done with him. also with my ex. we had a relationship for like 10 months. and i broke up with him because i realized that it was the best. and typical he claims that it was him. but what can i say? it's annoying, but he apparently has some issues. and his mother whom expected that i would invite her to come to my birthday. and after being chatting with my ex on facebook, i realize that in that time i didn't honestly think much. he is the most annoying person, most rude person i've ever been with. better later than never, right?

what about my first boyfriend. i was stupid enough to go back. i found out later on that he was a scientologist. you know just like tom cruise. and after 2 weeks he announced that he only wanted to be friends. boy, are you kidding me? no way.

but right now i'm where i want to be (almost). i mean i have a boyfriend whom i love. which actually reminds me that i have an important announcement to make.

haters gonna hate: catalan.

a language i thought i was able to learn. but 7 months and a huge discussion later about independence, i gave up. honestly why learning a new language (and yes it's very similar to spanish and french, but it is a language), when you don't have to? the fact is that i'm tired of being discriminated by not speaking catalan. i can read it and partly understand it when crackovia is on every monday night.

i've been doing interviews where they hadn't read my CV. so when they asked me if i knew catalan, i had to say no. also a couple of years ago i went on a family vacation to barcelona. and asking something in spanish, like if they could help me or a direction, they always seem to pretend that they don't understand what i'm saying. but the matter in fact, i'm in spain! there isn't any country called catalonia, anymore. yes, they were a country before spain took over. so i decided to give up. besides, by that time i knew my time would be over soon enough to not do anything about it.



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day 1: two weeks left

well, my stay in barcelona, spain, is pretty much over. two weeks left. and i feel that i've been on a long; maybe a bit too long vacation. i didn't succeed in what i intended to do in spain. i must acknowledge. and i guess that 7 months have been a bit too short, but i need to start over somehow back "home". my boyfriend is about to leave, to go to peru. so we decided to have, what most people say is impossible, a relationship, despite the distance. but we're kind of used to do that. the fact that we had all odds against us. i'm referring to the internet. i hope that i'll be able to go to peru to visit him, and that this time my travel to peru won't be a disaster like when we were going to his sister's wedding. story for another day.

i am going to be completely honest here. there are some things that i'll be missing about spain. and something i absolutely won't be missing at all. such as the apartment where i live and my mother-in-law whom i'm living with. i absolutely don't recommend it.

so many things have happend the past 7 months. just spending the next couple of posts on the blog remembering what actually did happen. a dream came true.

and next week we have visit from france. everything's going to be pretty awesome less the part were we all are going to watch the video from my sister-in-law's wedding. if anyone knows how embarrassing it really feels to see yourself like that. totally awkward when you are amongst someone, about 200 persons you haven't seen before, far from the european standards.

flouret in barcelona

so, i arrived to barcelona, spain in the end of july. more specific the 27th of july 2012. so many expectations for the summer. and i must say that it has actually been the best summer i've ever had. i did not have many worries, going to the beach everyday. spend every penny i had with the stupid intention to get a job. as many may already know, there is something called crisis in spain. for me it was pretty much a pain in the ass to go to interviews. and totally terrified by speaking spanish. ha.

to be honest i cried about for this for about a week. if someone else has been living/are livinig abroad they will probably agree that it can be pretty intimidating to start speak a foreign language. i was about to regret that i ever went to spain. so after a lot, no TOO much tv, i finally found my way to open my mouth and, well, just speak.

an adventure was awaiting me, with tapas, sol, siesta and playa... or so i thought.