I am a Catalan soul living in Edinburgh. Passionate about languages and music. I love swimming in the shower and singing in the street (rain is optional, but it helps!). I have a concerning obsession with Highland cows and ginger.
My feet had been numb for over an hour, but according to my flatmate, it was too early to turn the heating on. If anyone would like to write a dissertation on people’s responses to the cold, Edinburgh is the place to be. Frosty Saturday morning. You’re chilling on the bus listening to some tunes and boom! A woman walks in wearing flip flops and a skirt without tights. I wonder what kind of protein milkshakes she might be drinking. Party outfits are also intriguing, but let’s go back to the former-human-now-ice-cube version of myself.
Exploring Newcastle (Part 1)
Travelling by train is my second best choice of public transport. My first one is the tram, but that’s another story. Two days ago, I took an early train from cloudy Edinburgh and in 86 minutes, I magically landed in England. Sunny Newcastle upon Tyne, to be exact. I had pinned on GoogleMaps several places I didn’t want to miss, but I also left some room for improvisation.
Choose Them Wisely
The signing up process was scaringly smooth. After filling in my profile details, I quickly scrolled down through the terms and conditions. I’m a businesswoman. I don’t have time for that. I was just one click away to getting automated and personalised posts. Well, one click and one pill. I must admit that the whole pill thing put me off a little. But all my colleagues had already been in the social network for a while and I couldn’t afford to be left behind. After all, it’s crucial to have a decent online presence, and if it was all a matter of swallowing a pill, I wasn’t going to chicken out. The purple pill gave me a stabbing headache for a week. Every little thing would irritate me and I was struggling to get through the days, but I couldn’t be off work for something like that. Yes, it was a bit of a nightmare, but I’ve had it worse. How could I be so naive? The worst was yet to come…
Party Is Over
You know the feeling. We’ve all been there. It’s a Saturday afternoon, there are no clouds in the sky and you are happily chilling in your living room. You have nothing to do and it feels so good. Suddenly, one tiny little thought tiptoes from a remote place and shows up in your mind. He smiles and waves at you. “What do you want?” You ask him, rolling your eyes. And before you know it, his pals arrive. Like, a lot of them. What a popular fellow. And you didn’t even know you were hosting a party! Here they come high school pals, university pals, pen pals, work pals, gym pals... You name it. A whole bunch of thoughts join him and start racing like crazy.
I Wish I Could Be a Cat
I wish I could be a cat No longer scared by any rat. Sitting here, laying there The ultimate comfort: all I could care.
Buddies for Life
I would have never imagined that his breath would give me chills. We had been living under the same roof for almost six years. After a chain of mysterious coincidences, he ended up here, in my tiny little flat, furnished with the generosity of my friends, relatives, neighbours and even my driving teacher. Just entering the flat, you were trapped in a bizarre combination of colours, materials and styles. Mixing curtains and lamps from IKEA with my granny’s furniture would certainly be a nightmare to anyone remotely interested in design. But he didn’t really care. It didn’t seem to disturb his inner peace at all. Or at least, that’s what I had always thought.
Starving to Shame
Two weeks ago, I was babysitting at a five-star hotel. I was starving, so I put the little baby boy in the buggy and headed up to the lounge. They told me there would be free food up there, but there was nothing left but fruit. Fruit? What kind of joke was that? Maybe I could order a sandwich! But no one was around… I was going to faint any time soon unless I treated my stomach to a decent meal. The parents had made it very clear: you can either hang out in the room or in the lounge, but that’s all. Don’t go anywhere else. Don’t go outside. Why wasn’t I allowed to go to the restaurant on the ground floor? It made no sense at all. But well, you always have to please the customers…