I went to spain & all I got was a stolen purse
A page in the diary "Good mourning!"
Written by Luise 24. Nov 2007 06:48 AM
Hi diary and everybody out there,
I made 5000 km in 72 hours. I took 14 different vehicles. I slept all in all maybe 12 hours in these three days.
This trip was not nice. I went to spain by a supercheap flight. I arrived in Girona, had to go by bus to Barcelona, had to go by train to Valencia, had to take the suburban railway from there to the village where I had my job interview. After a sleepless night and 15 hours of travelling I entered my hotel room and bursted into tears. I was so tired! And I was so alone. And where was this...well, this boy who was supposed to be by my side...erm...wasn't he french canadian or something?!
I took a little walk after having a shower and immediately fell into the spanish-supermarket trap. By the view of some cans of lemonade I had the second crying spell. KAS LIMON. When one of us was in a spanish supermarket, canada and I, it was always a good idea to bring a cold can of KAS LIMON. Oh, and there were PRINCIPES, the cookies I always had in my backpack to save my friends from starving. So many memories.
In these moments I still love him with my whole heart. I am with him. I belong to him like a dog belongs to his master who had died long time ago. I can't help this feeling that my world is incomplete with him.
The job interview was...short and uncomfortable. They were all in a hurry. When I booked my flight, nobody told me that the interview was scheduled on 5.00 pm. Unfortunately the last train to Barcelona went at 8.00 pm. Not much time to get acquainted with somebody. I think I still did a good job, but I'm not sure if I like the company and the country. I love spain, but I always have been in the inland, not at the sea. The area at the sea is affected by cheap beach tourism and fruit-growing. Huge hotel buildings, and kilometers of plantations. Not much old stones and green trees and churches and cute little villages.
After the interview and more kilometers by train I had to take a bus to the airport at 3.00 am. I was in the waiting room with many people, and somebody showed me a map and asked for directions. The moment I went suspicious it was too late: His accomplice had already stolen my purse – with all my money, the bus ticket and my identity card.
Nothing was left.
Will continue after the weekend. I have to get up early tomorrow. Another plane, another story.
Hope you all are ok!
Love,
Luise.