Well, life in BCN is quite interesting.
During thouse 2 years here I haven’t made a lot of friends. It is more and more difficult when you are getting older to get to know people you truly like. I have few friends I can rely on and this should be enough.

My team at work changed compatibly over the last 4 months. Now it is only me and Sarah from the old team and we have 4 new guys to work with. They are from Argentina, Peru and from here. I do realize that south Americans are very easy to get along with. I must have been South American in my previous life.

I live alone is a small flat (34m) in a quite interesting neighbourhood, full of Moroccans teethes, Russian prostitutes and crazy tourists. But I like it.

In my spear time I am attending shoe making classes in a small illegal school run by argentines. I love it. If you want I could make one pair for you J

After work I am going to the nearby gym, located inside the old train station. It is the coolest gym I have ever seen. I am glad I found it.

This summer I have met a lot of nice people and started feeling here quite good, but unfortunately most of them are leaving due to the work finding difficulties or other personal reasons. Too bad.

I read a lot.
Every day during my 30 min train ride, I am trying to read or do my Spanish homework.
My Spanish, yes yes… It is getting a bit better.

That’s it for now.

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