I was just walking off the Madrid Bus Station (Estación Sur - Méndez Álvaro) with my friend Javi, who is being my host. So then suddenly and english-speaking asian woman runs to me asking 'Excuse me, sir, where is the bus station?'... It was kind of shocking that of all people on the pedestrian crossing she chose me... I think the cause was the Princeton Hoodie that my friend Diego had given me as a souvenir...
By the wasy, it's the second time something similar happens to me: I went to Barcelona to do some research, and I was reading a Terry Pratchett book, 'Soul Music'. The train was packed, rush hour. There was an Indian guy, middle aged, in the other part of the wagon. So who chose the guy to ask for the stop?
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Why the hell are you writting in english?? I thought you came from the brave cuasi-galician land, where chorizo is given to kids as the path to braveness and the language of Rosalia de Castro is what jugglers use to sing the sucesses of their kings!
'Cause I want everyone to understand me... and I am NOT from the land of Rosalía, bloody renegade scab!!
Alabullieh! (This you can read in spanish, english or galacian :)
We miss you yesterday at the 'funny fabada exiliates time'; but is good to read you are still alive and having fun.
We want pictures from that greek hostel...
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