There is nothing very much crazy exciting happening during the weekdays here. Just like every ordinary person, I have to pretend to belong to `working class` and work and do homework sort of stuff and so on.
Did I mention we moved already? With the total seriousness – I live right now in en enormous flat. I would not even want to call it flat – it’s a whole floor. I am still not sure how many exactly rooms there are. I counted 6 so far [and at least one is the size of a little flat itself], huge terrace, plus kitchen and at least 4 bathrooms. It is amazing place, no kidding. It took me some time to get used to see elevator doors open and seeing the doors to the flat just in front of it. And it still takes time to realize if there is someone at home, because when you are on the other side of the apartment – you hear totally nothing. So yes, it’s fun.
My day [every weekday day I may add] is the following: I wake up the latest at 8, take some time to `wake up`, getting some breakfast. Then I open my notebook and several websites that offer `learn Spanish for free` lessons and I go crazy with hearing all those Spanish words and grammar, writing some of it down and trying to memorize it all. That is all good I guess, except that once I step out of my home, people are speaking way too fast and I am understanding way too slow. Oh well, I still keep on my optimistic thoughts high up and hoping things will improve soon. With or without short breaks I keep on doing my mission `learn that language and fast!` will around midday. Because then it is time to get ready and leave for work.
Then I put on my mp3 player on, usually with some Spanish lessons or news in slow Spanish or anything and walk 3.21 kilometers to work [no kidding, I checked it on the map, it is exactly this much]. At work I have my working place with computer, who is probably more or less my age. It is kind of slow and sometimes stubborn, but somehow we work it out well together. My work ends around 6. So I say goodbye to my computer, put on my mp3 player with some lessons or anything sounding Spanish and walk the same 3.21 kilometers back home.
Sometimes I go to the shop. I have to say – if people tell you that South America is cheap – do not believe them. I cannot say it is expensive, but it ain’t that cheap as people were trying to persuade me. Well, once again – never believe what people tell you – experience it yourself lesson was learned.
For the prices. A pack of yoghurt will cost you around 250 Pesos [~45 EUR cents], 1kg of apples [manzanas] will cost you ~800 Pesos [A little more than 1 EUR], a six-pack of beer [0.33, not half liters] 2400 Pesos [~4 EUR]. Hygiene stuff [soaps, shampoos and etc] will be around 1500 Pesos [~2 EUR] and more. I am not going into details with vine prices for example, because you can find cheap one for 2 EUR and a good/expensive ones for much more. I have no skills for vines, so I do not comment.
After getting back home, I go for a run. Just to take things off my mind or just to feel good. I don’t know. I make around 4 kilometers for now, hopefully that number will increase soon and get back home again. It is usually dinner time by then, so I eat and then.. well, depends. Sometimes I just stay in, usually too tired to learn some more Spanish [it gives you headache if you really work hard on trying to understand what people are talking all day long].
This Wednesday, for example, I rushed from work, so I could make it to the tickets selling point on time and buy some tickets. I just recently learned that a long weekend is upcoming, so I decided to take my chance and make a little trip. Of course, I need tickets for the bus. Once again, it made me realize that my Spanish that I learn is different from the one they speak in here. But we managed to understand each other, since the guy did not speak any English at all. My Spanish had to do it and it did. The guy was somehow proud of himself probably that he sold ticket to ta complete stranger for the country, because he was very nice, very sweet smiling a lot and wishing me a good trip [yeah, that’s right. I am not that hopeless, I do understand a little].
After successful purchase I rushed back to the office where we went to the bowling. It’s a `first Wednesday of the month` thing when office goes and enjoys 2 hours of game. It was going all well for me at the very beginning, but then I managed to get `shitty-hands` syndrome. I came in 5th I think. Which is not that bad, but could have been better. Well, bowling have never been a sport of mine.
So yes, this is my life for now so far. I started creating those plans for the upcoming future to myself, but it is definitely too soon to talk about those. I’m living. And I like it.
Off topic
They all regret. You will too.
I was very much hypnotized today by a red shiny man. He seemed to know the answer to that question. Yes, that same question you have never asked.
/Just a small town girl. Living in a lonely world. She took a midnight train going anywhere/
Somehow I’ve got a feeling that will be amazingly surprisingly great. We’ll see. You should do it too. It’s a good experience not to know where you go for a change. Midnight train.
/Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements/
That‘s what counts at the very end. No, not at the same old casino on the edge of the world. At the very end.
/Don’t expect anyone else to support you/
Do one thing that scares you every day.
Trust him on the sunscreen.
I was recently asked, why I am always smiling. `Because I am a happy person` I said. And then I realized – I actually am a happy person. And no, I am not trying to persuade you. I know you will never be able to believe it.
Vayamos companeros.
Could anyone look at the crystal magic ball – where will I be in 6-9 months?
/..Now i'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive../
Just a man and his will to survive../
Did not see that happening, now did you? Be honest!
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