Well nobody probably cares but I´v been getting a few emails from people and don´t have the time to answer to them all, so i figured I´d just stick a general reply up on here.
Spain is great, completely different way of living, day to day feels much slower and nothing seems to be set in stone, unlike back home where you live by the clock. I get up and pretty much just do whatever I want to do, then go graft for a few hours on a night.
The food is fresher, the weather is better, the smoke is smoother (and not to mention stronger) and the people are friendlier.
But it does have it´s bad sides, I was beaten´and mugged only a few days after getting here, then chucked off a pier. Nothing to serious though, just a cracked rib and a sore eye, but I just gotta laugh about it. There was no way I could have stood up against the four fellas who jumped me.
Also managing to do little odd jobs here and there and also working in a kitchen on a night, gets up to about 45 degrees in there and coming from cold and rainy Newcastle it feels pretty facking hot!
Did have a go at the boss though as he is an arrogant prick and seems to like to talk to everyone as if we are kids. And by the sounds of it I´m the only one that has ever talked back to him. He really is a twat.
Well gotta go, fancy going for a swim with the jelly fish and eat some fish on the beach.
Life really is good.
Peace and love...
Spain is great, completely different way of living, day to day feels much slower and nothing seems to be set in stone, unlike back home where you live by the clock. I get up and pretty much just do whatever I want to do, then go graft for a few hours on a night.
The food is fresher, the weather is better, the smoke is smoother (and not to mention stronger) and the people are friendlier.
But it does have it´s bad sides, I was beaten´and mugged only a few days after getting here, then chucked off a pier. Nothing to serious though, just a cracked rib and a sore eye, but I just gotta laugh about it. There was no way I could have stood up against the four fellas who jumped me.
Also managing to do little odd jobs here and there and also working in a kitchen on a night, gets up to about 45 degrees in there and coming from cold and rainy Newcastle it feels pretty facking hot!
Did have a go at the boss though as he is an arrogant prick and seems to like to talk to everyone as if we are kids. And by the sounds of it I´m the only one that has ever talked back to him. He really is a twat.
Well gotta go, fancy going for a swim with the jelly fish and eat some fish on the beach.
Life really is good.
Peace and love...
