Starting now..

I've Been 8 months in Barcelona. Life passed by in a blink of an eye and now I'm back home.

My trip was kind of a weird journey and I figured my way back home to Sweden because feelings of being exhausted arised. I had the best and the worst experiences in Barcelona. My decision was to go there and work since me and my friend had a work when we arrived. After three days we made the decision to quit since it was one of those salesments work by phone and by script. Working by script is the worst since it made the 6 hours shifts seem even longer.

It was sunny and the Subway sandwich felt more tempting then working a saturday after promises such as "-the best with this job is that you never have to work weekends" and "-the view is actually really amazing in this building". We could only see the far distance sea and daydream. They tried to convince us to stay by different means such as "-We are going to have a party, and you will get Four glasses of wine" and "-This is a great opportunity for you to meet some good friends". They thought we were going to work that saturday of course not. The weekends were told to be our hoolidays and and if not I'm not going to be convinced by their demonic alcoholic temptations and we-are-your-friends. I know who my friends are.

I just asked myself where the beach are and my sandwich. Thoughts of working didn't circulate in my head anymore and it worried me because my plans was to stay in Barcelona at least longer then three months. My friend was going to guide me to the beach and we end up closer to the zoo and later on Arc Triumph. A little bit exciting was to see the parrots and it was not inside the zoo. I have never entered the zoo even though I was invited to a party in there once. But parties you find everywhere in Barcelona but I guess it's harder to find a party in a zoo. Maybe some other time I can party with the lions and zebras. Woah, would be pretty rough depending on how high on alcohol I am. Anywho, months of parties passed by and we got some new friends fastern. I think we had friends from every different nation.

I was trying to find myself a job and went to a lot of different interviews but in Spain it is hard when you don't speak Spanish. I tried to fool them sometime saying that I could speak some basic Spanish but the only things i knew in the beginning was "holla, que tal" and "mamacita". Still don't know too much since I'm a little bit too comfortable with my english. Comfortability is priority number one for swedish queens and kings like us (and lazyness). That is why so many people leave barcelona after a while. Try to find yourself a comfortable bed.

Now I know why everyone is going for afterparty at the beach because the beach is probably more comfortable to sleep on the beach then what you can get for your money in Spain. The salaries are decided upon your expenses and probably a little bit more less but with a 10 percentage discount. Taxes is sweden is one third of what you earn. You see the difference!?

Anyways, I made my choice and I rented a cheaper room after Elineria left for 250 euros so I could shop more. In the end of the month I always got to hear my friends complaining that their wages are wasted. These are my swedish friends from the new work I found after 15 minutes delay to a job interview. Finding different spots is hard in the beginning and I was running around with my nose stuck in the map not able to see the different streets and happily I never got smashed by a car. The traffic is crazy and ones in a while the vespas and cars smash eachother. I prefer bicycle in a country where most of the streets are single filed in one direction. Imagine me with me four months of skills of driving, a woman and so scared of everything. If not smashing someone I will propably be smashed for being careful which means driving to slow. Well, I guess it is fair thinking about how many people I smashed into while walking up La rambla.

I always become so Fast and Furious there because I never seen so slow and retarded people refusing to move. Try to walk that hill up to plaza catalunya in a hurry. I guess I was a little bit retarded myself because it took me three months to find the shortcuts in Raval and Barrio gothic to bring my ass to Plaza Cataluny without crossing La rambla. I was put on spot to learn this directly while working as a promoter. I know it is one of the worst jobs but I had this til I got my other job. It was cold and shitty but it was fun, sometimes. The only thing is that when you stay at the same spot for at least 15 minutes people could come and ask you how much you cost. They believe you are a prostitute. Sometimes they even refuse to believe that you are not a prostitute and ask nicely "Well, I'm pretty sure that I'm better in bed then your 'mexican boyfriend' can we now go out and take a beer". How stupid can guys be. I know invitation for a beer is equal with invitation for a fuck and he didn't made that too obvious. I always played fare game. If free drinks comes along with the party I always tell them before that I have a boyfriend. If I didn't have a boyfriend I probably tell them anyways if I were not interested. Champaign glasses was always mysteriously standing in my way crossing the different dancefloors at the club Bikini so I had to drink. But once in a while they try to strive you to another vip area (this is not only at the club Bikini) to kiss and cuddle and if not any success his friend might made a attempt.

Warninglights on. Don't do this without some good company of a really good friend because it can end up ugly since Barcelona is the capital of Rare substances so keep your head steady. I know Everything taste better when its for free but the taste can become bitter afterwards.

There are a lot of good people in Barcelona. My friends are good but you need to be able to see people because there are a lot of cheaters. It is hard to find some good roomies and a good landowner. I've been moving around three times in a period of 8 months. My first apartment was closer to the Sant Antoni market, calle tigre 8 ent. 1. The contact I found was at internet and it was a swedish girl. I trusted her but it all ended up being some kind of horror story. Well, that was a little bit overexaggerated but I missed sweden a lot during my first month in Barcelona. We paid 630 euros for our very own basement of 30 sq meters. We were happy to be in Barcelona so we didn't care too much about how it looked. Well, Elin did when she saw that the toilet was at the fake-balcony and that we didn't have a real window in the whole apartment. Her face expression was unforgetable. We had as well some problems with the electricity since we only were able to have one burner while cooking without any light. After a while Elin also forgot about the architecture because she was busy worrying her mind of she being sick all the time. We arrived to Barcelona the 8th of january and actually it was around 20+ outside but probably 10+ inside doors. The only time we feelt warm was when we were spooning eachothers in the night since there were only one bed. There was as a bed-settee but no one really had a urge for lying in that couch because you probably could get astma or a bug in your eye from all the dirt hiding out behind the coach. Anyways it was shown that Elin had a flue at the hospital and she got a lot of medicine which was put forward at the table when the landowner came around.

-Hello, my name is Elin and you almost freeze and smothered me by dust to death.

We got to leave the apartment fastern then agreed so we shortern down the contract to one month and we moved as soon as possible.

Trying to find a apartment that can fit two friends is almost impossible so we had to share a room once again but this time in a student apartment where five people already lived. We became seven souls and one of another with there 7 sins living under the same roof. We were party people sharing a accomondation and just by crossing the stairhall there was another student flat. Imagine the sins that arose in betweens and now i'm not talking about the sexual ones. It was a lot of disturbance from both of us and we even teased the cops to pay a visit to our apartment. One of the neighbours came down threatened us. This happened as well to my friends after having afterparty. They were threatened by a guy with a hammer and this went as far as to trial but with no result. So watch out for weird neighbours because you never know what kind of weapon he is wearing if not a hammer maybe a gun. This is easily to find in Barcelona.

I didn't take the cops to serious when they arrived to the apartment having a chat. Ten minutes ago they were just driving around on their motorcycles having one of the american girls from the other studentflat attached. It was her birthday and he probably had that as a excuse in his mind but nothing mentioned about it. The giggling that occured while they were having there chat about peace and understanding must have told them enough. Rediculous.

Anyways, we had fun or as I said once to Phillipe when he said "well, Sophia you were so drunk last night" me responding "I was drunk, but I had a hell of a fun". Phillipe was my boss while working for city hall. We had the same charming relation as me and Max. Max was my new roomie thinking about the cheapern room I decided for when Elin left. My new roomie and a as well a super trendy model from Holland. Well, one of my best friends I met in Barcelona, Charlotte and her cute friend Lisa, could probably agree with that since they only got the privelige to meet him once. I tried to keep a good ground between us but even more between me and Phillipe since he was my boss. I think Max was trying to be my boss as well but in the end he only got nervous by me. I always have this affect on guys sometimes especially when I open my mouth and my rage splutter a little bit too much. I really don't like the majority of guys (just as friends or lovers) but once in a while the queen finds her king.

Yes, I was hurtened in Barcelona but only once by one guy but he won my heart back and I guess it will stay with him for a while. It feels good now thinking about the distance I can take from so many stupid guys. God is good but fuck is better. No, seriously sex for me is so different right now and so are my emotions. I just became a reborn nun so try to pull your trigger on me guys.

Anyways, the story beginns as..

..in the next session because I'm eating my sloppy swedish pizza and I'm trying to enjoy it.
So did I at Burger King in Barcelona but think about the stumack pains and other sufficions you can get.

Warninglights on. At least in a sober condition try to avoid eating at places such as Burger King and Mc Donalds in Barcelona. Your stomach might suffer such as tourist diarrhea or rare self-starve and don't mention this on a touristbus because it can cause a great stir.

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