Addicted

Speaking that much Spanish I’m more and more afraid that my English will degenerate. I’m not worried about my Polish, at worst I’ll speak in a funny way in my native language. I’m more worried about the fact that I have to use the Internet from a USB stick which has some transfer limits so I can’t even talk to my family via skype (We chat on facebook everyday. In fact, I’m complaining all the time that if I could go back in time, I’d have never filed the application for the scholarship and I’d be happy and at home and it wouldn’t cost me anything, because here it costs more.) or watch Youtube. I feel a bit disconnected because of that, or maybe I’m just too addicted to the Internet.

If all of that is not enough, the hangover from yesterday is the final nail in the coffin. The drinking itself was nice, for a moment I felt like in Poland, only that I wasn’t drinking with my friends but rather with girls who could be my Murcian-5-month-friends. To the good things I could also add the bike trip Ana took me on in the evening. The city is really beautiful at night and very, very clean and well adapted to cyclists but also emptier than Poznań, even though the number of people is comparable. There are less cars, less people wandering round the streets in the evenings, not to mention middays when it’s almost completely empty.