if it 's true that Erasmus brings out the inner nature of people, then my arrogance is coming out with: I am a sucker.
here's tragicomic account of my first day of serious research of the house.
first step: the search ad.
go to "loquendo", and that 'a site where you can find everything and more ', including houses for rent. Hence the watchword ': reflexes. the best ads will disappear within two to three hours, so be quick to click the ad and good call immediately. alertness in responding to the phone. The first call I showed indecision, I did not understand anything. and 'sti Spaniards do not think twice, in June I'll knock' phone and who has run 'visa has run' visa. so ', make a starting effective and try to translate it into English name for the ad, I'm Italian, I do not speak English. so 'I hear and I can set three appointments.
second step: search for apartments.
the first date is fine. is to take too nice a guy that puts me immediately at ease with the traditional phrase "... Erasmus Orgasmus." Oh well '. home and 'too good and the beautiful room with large window on the terrace. and that the 'a luxury here in Barcelona the houses do not seem very bright. I almost said yes, 'but we feel tomorrow morning. the second pass. I call the type when I get to the subway. phone off. it back on and shit! I do not remember the pin board in Spain. conscious of my ever-present bad luck, but I 'of the solutions to absorb the unexpected: I brought the Italian card. I put it. and discover that the phone and 'off because it' s discharge. fuck. I give up, so 350 euros is too much. third round. I have the address, number Civic and piano. I also do it without a mobile phone. incoming sound, I go. I open a child. ok, I was wrong plan. I go upstairs and I am a spry octogenarian. I try to explain in English "I'm here to rent a room, you know where they live mica four girls? las chicas estudiantes?". his only response is a toothless smile, and behind it is the wife looks at me like a harp. Catalan cursed, I give up.
third step: the return.
disconsolate take the metro to go home. I welcome the cats, now that I've made friends. at least they do not have to speak English.
everything 'the weather is' cold and rainy autumn .. d
there's the usual 'this time, I he assured the boy's first home. I said ... are a sucker.
carlotta, if you read this post of 'Irene that are still alive, I fed the cats, cuddle them, I brushed the light one (fuck, men or animals that I do not ever remember names ...) and I changed the sand in the troughs.
hope that tomorrow the kind you call me and tell me "the house and 'your'.
greetings from BCN ...
call
here's tragicomic account of my first day of serious research of the house.
first step: the search ad.
go to "loquendo", and that 'a site where you can find everything and more ', including houses for rent. Hence the watchword ': reflexes. the best ads will disappear within two to three hours, so be quick to click the ad and good call immediately. alertness in responding to the phone. The first call I showed indecision, I did not understand anything. and 'sti Spaniards do not think twice, in June I'll knock' phone and who has run 'visa has run' visa. so ', make a starting effective and try to translate it into English name for the ad, I'm Italian, I do not speak English. so 'I hear and I can set three appointments.
second step: search for apartments.
the first date is fine. is to take too nice a guy that puts me immediately at ease with the traditional phrase "... Erasmus Orgasmus." Oh well '. home and 'too good and the beautiful room with large window on the terrace. and that the 'a luxury here in Barcelona the houses do not seem very bright. I almost said yes, 'but we feel tomorrow morning. the second pass. I call the type when I get to the subway. phone off. it back on and shit! I do not remember the pin board in Spain. conscious of my ever-present bad luck, but I 'of the solutions to absorb the unexpected: I brought the Italian card. I put it. and discover that the phone and 'off because it' s discharge. fuck. I give up, so 350 euros is too much. third round. I have the address, number Civic and piano. I also do it without a mobile phone. incoming sound, I go. I open a child. ok, I was wrong plan. I go upstairs and I am a spry octogenarian. I try to explain in English "I'm here to rent a room, you know where they live mica four girls? las chicas estudiantes?". his only response is a toothless smile, and behind it is the wife looks at me like a harp. Catalan cursed, I give up.
third step: the return.
disconsolate take the metro to go home. I welcome the cats, now that I've made friends. at least they do not have to speak English.
everything 'the weather is' cold and rainy autumn .. d
there's the usual 'this time, I he assured the boy's first home. I said ... are a sucker. carlotta, if you read this post of 'Irene that are still alive, I fed the cats, cuddle them, I brushed the light one (fuck, men or animals that I do not ever remember names ...) and I changed the sand in the troughs.
hope that tomorrow the kind you call me and tell me "the house and 'your'.
greetings from BCN ...
call
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