Barcelona, I really hate that you insist upon construction work dragging on every day until what most people consider to be nighttime. For example, it is now 8:30pm and there is some ridiculously loud drilling going on in the flat…
Remember that kid in high school? The one whose English you laughed at, not to mention the way she dressed and wore her hair? Maybe you said a few words to her in the lunch room or if her locker…
One of the most frustrating things about living here are the hurdles (aka red tape) the Spanish bureaucracy forces you to jump through. Spain is world famous for this, and if you have been reading this blog, you will have a taste…
