could also say more simply that I am a weirdo and point ... but it's funny expression. I learned during my first research, as I acurdo author defines adolescence as an "in-between-period." Ie né meat, né pesce. Thus I am / I am. Although the good thing is that I like and do not bother me at all.
The emblem of my card status is given to me in uni here: it says "visiting student" but is "staff". And so with everything. I ask, "What do you do in Barcelona?" And I have to always explain my double life ... day and night fellow actress (sounds like a porn star, but you mamma non preoccupare non è così, davvero!) and also: in uni am I? "Professional? "Student? Research "in training? Around a bit, though currently unemployed. And then, at night in fact what am I? "Actress? "Theater student? Artist? (Not to mention that I am neither girl nor woman wholesale because they have not) and does not end here ... the best! I ask, "Where are you from?" And obviously I say that Barcelona is where it will come. Then take for granted that I'm English (well, I explained that the Catalans are a little different - and as you will see and say "we" which already shows my status unclear) and even pass, as I did yesterday in a English dinner, tell me: "Why you have not registered with the embassy?" (And I remember when I worked at the consulate and made the same question to all Italians with whom I encountered). Then we must explain that no, I'm Italian and bla bla bla. But the truth What am I really? I'm not English or Catalan, but I feel this way. I'm not really Italian but I am. And Naples, this much I can say that I am and I'm sorry (but then my mother tells me: "ma sei avellino cream!"). see, I am a maddalena Neapolitan (chocolate would say some of my friends) ... or a muffin. Among a muffin now the Kiwis (sorry to repeat the title of the blog, but I really love it, lol).
But ... is it really important? Of course not, just thinking this yesterday when I "infiltrated" into the English community (which of course I feel I belong in some way.) I tell the story: first day at uni, I will find a book in the library, my fantastic and rare card does not work and the guy who is treating me very kindly made me fill out a form to enter my data manually. When I made the fateful question ("Where are you from?") And replied "Barcelona", he illuminates the face and says: "No I can not believe, if I'm from Madrid! ", as in the form had put my mail, he kindly sent me emails from other English girls who live here. And so they invited me to dinner: very majas really people! A kindly took me to drive home! Kiwis had married girls and women of the embassy. It was really nice (and the Cambodian where we had dinner was delicious and well priced.) Of course, be at 7 pm for dinner makes me weird, but I am slowly catching custom kiwis: waking up too early, lunch at 1:00, a shop, except some super, and all museum / activity closes at 17:00 (and ends to work also at 17), dinner and sleep at 19 prontito. Of course, as I put on Facebook and skype and msn after dinner and go to sleep at 12 the 1 (as in Barna), I can hardly catch up! (Indeed two very kiwi customs that I love: everyone smiles and says "hi" on the street, which I find very funny is that going barefoot in the street ... there are people who will work with suit and no shoes!)
FRIDAY 4 SEASONS
On Friday (yesterday) was a good day: morning I met with my supervisor here that besides being friendly is a very interesting person and just talking about Maori culture and language and Catalan. And I always get very catalanufa when I speak Catalan and Catalan, I can not help it, is what I am (again become the subject of identity.) Then I went to eat my luch tupper the viewpoint of the botanical garden, and that day was pr aecia. here you have it: I regularly trim my cappuccino to take away:
buy a little sunscreen to carry always with me (my parents have given me a quart, is I saw very Gambit) but was reluctant because he thought: "If I buy it, be sure the sun." Puta Murphy's Law, always true. The day had started with spring weather and summer was definitely after dinner (so much that I started sunbathing in the garden), suddenly, while I showered and dressed to go to dinner, change (fault my sunscreen?) clouds, wind and temperatures suddenly drop, fall weather! In fact I went from the beach dress winter boots in less than half hora.Esta photo was taken he was leaving home for dinner: I swear it's the same afternoon!
downtonw I went through the shortcuts in the woods in 10 minutes and I promised myself one day rise again (now I have). As I said, very nice dinner! And when I left the dinner, it had rained! In fact, yesterday, at 1 am, my computer, put the following temperatures: WLG (1 night, summer) 16 degrees - Barcelona (1 midday, winter) 16 degrees.
DOWNTOWN SATURDAY
This morning my foster mother has informed me of a great novelty in the city has come a huge cruise ... and it has taught me through the window (here you have it):
Today should have gone to see a festival with a PhD girl I met at uni, but I made final later and I went alone. I dropped by cable car I'd say, "I'll walk up!". While I was not sure what was that festival was a kind of fair in a neighborhood street Mt Victoria: crafts, food and music.
pity that when I arrived and were dismantled (it was almost 15!). But by chance I met one of the events of the summer festival exhibited a tent where folk music groups of people from Polynesia (called something like "South Pacific people.") Very nice!
Then I made a long tour of the center and I went to see Old St. Paul Church, but I could not go because he had a wedding .
Just to continue the theme of my complex identity, just in front of the church, something caught my attention ...
I thought it would be the embassy, \u200b\u200bbut was just a restaurant, lol. One thing struck me today: how small is the train station and city bus!
After buying a bottle of Chardonnay I have decided to go home on foot to burn the nachos with ground beef I've eaten today ... it was really hard! And here I am with my thoughts on the concentric circles of identity that we are composed. And with my glass of chardonnay, clearly. Waiting for someone across the world will wake up to an Estonian Xerra ... Tomorrow
wanted to go to the beach to fix a little solar disaster last week (my face burned me away lol), But with ... ¡este frio igual me voy a ver los kiwis at the zoo!
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