Erasmus Life ... Part III previous parties: ·
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Nearly two months after arriving, and with a birthday in the middle, Erasmus life is stable and continuing. Sorry for the delay ... but here the days are so long you do not stop doing things. Continue.
is messing erasmus life when you get back home drunk. Europe has a habit, which is to close the gambling dens soon. Usually at about 4 am, which is English for a time very soon, as they say here. So at that time you still feel drunk enough to screw it up and break your ass (literally, now explain why) with the different things that come up. Things like leaving a nightclub with your colleagues, of course, drunk, see one of them jumping a fence to work swiftly. You, who at this time more alcohol than blood running through your veins, you feel brave enough to do the same ... but different result. Without knowing how, you look at the floor with your ass bone screaming in pain and with your colleagues splitting the ass (but not like you). The next day you wake up in bed with pain: the bone of the ass, hips, ribs, elbow ... and you wonder why you hurt so much ... the answer comes quickly to mind ... the fall.
erasmus life is that food will rot. A day shopping, it gives you to buy vegetables.
"Today I begin to eat well and not so much shit" you say with lettuce in her hand. You put it in the fridge and ale ... to a salad. Three weeks after you open the fridge, you go to your shelf (which is the below) and you see over your meal there is a black liquid that coats,
"What the hell I will pull up getting wet food" you say. Another week after you open the fridge and notice a very important stench that reaches your nostrils. From which you try to find y. .. SURPRISE! mini bags from the bottom of the bag of lettuce completely black!! dropping that famous black liquid that covered your food the previous week. Among arcades, lettuce strips away, while notes as your desire to eat evaporate. Even to this day (week and a half later) I have that smell in my mind and the arches begin to rise. Horrible.
erasmus life is out and out ... and get bad. In the rest of Europe does a good little while I was doing in your native Cádiz and you go out as if they walk along the promenade and of course, what happens happens. That you pass a cold to bronchitis. The Ooze make an appearance every morning when you wake up and say goodbye as they go down the drain. In the end I'm in Rome, so that imitate the greatest Italian artists, Michelangelo, and I spend all day carving ... sculpting mucus in the toilet of 3 to 3. And when I'm not home, the sculpture is made difficult, mostly because (that we all know) that these boogers do not come alone, but must be given a little help making sound rather shocking for it. It's funny how an Italian looks back on the street and then walk faster, almost running, to get away from you after searching and sculpt a beautiful mucus in the street.
erasmus life is to discover that transport in Rome is the whore host and there is no debate. What a pleasure and gives pleasure to see that at 5 in the morning when it's cold bathroom tiling Santa Claus is a bus that picks you up at the main station and drop you off at 100 metritos your house every night. And best of all ... NO PAY! And you ride the train for your school ... and DOES NOT PAY! and so every day. Viva Berlusconi pussy!
Erasmus life is to continue understanding your fucking home. That money that month's pay catches you and says,
"Come Joseph ... do not ever make any noise at night", "How said estimate and friendly home?", "I have heard that noise you night, so ... once the second ... you go outside, "" Thank you for your kind notice homemade goat ... ". And it turns out that the previous day spoke a little higher than normal for your home computer, so the nice fellow in front of your room, that never leaves the room and that is not related to anyone called the landlord and told him that was making trouble. You make a visit to his door and ask him politely
"Why have you notified the landlord that was making trouble?" "Because I get up very early and were crying a lot last night," I was not crying, was talking to my mother on the computer and should speak loudly to hear me "" That's not my problem ... I do not care what you were doing. I do not want noise armes ". With a smile you turn around and leave. Revenge can be terrible.
erasmus life is back to screw it back home drunk. At 5 and a half in the morning there is hunger, especially since you had for dinner an hour foreigner, that is, at 9. At that time all of your flat (not Erasmus) are sleeping peacefully. Do you make your meal? Well you should, but will be no. All others sleep. Nobody will ever know. You open the cupboard door that companion yours so nice by giving you notice to the landlord because the front talking to his house too high ... Wow! 6 packages of rice Knorr ... with mushrooms! cheese! risotto everywhere! Choose the 2 that you like, you get into the eggs and pulls ... and have food for two days. And this is just the beginning ... damn chime home
erasmus life is to notice how people look at your university. And both. Your litter so little calm around campus with your suitcase, while your way, all Italians look at you and smiled faintly. You walk into class, sit with your compis English erasmus and notes as the people around you turns around and looks at you again with the smile, noting speak another language. And you wonder, what the hell are they watching? Then I remember when you looked like the Erasmus on your uni and looked like freaks. Now the foreigners are not they. You.
erasmus life is watch the money like never before. Ingeniártelas for not paying on the mensa. The altar table is the dining hall. This is not like in Spain, you pay in hand. Here's a card that is charging, credit card type. Eating in my mensa worth 3.50.
"Wow ... I have only 3 euros for today, and is charged with at least 5 euros ... now makes 3 14" . You take your tray, filled with food, you go to the part where you give your card to your aunt, you give it to face more of a saint in your life. More than when you made the communion. The woman says in a perfect Italian that you have no money on the card, that does not accept. You, with your Italian more gypsy in the world will say yes, there is money and you do not understand anything he says. The woman will say it again a little slower, but nothing ... you do not understand anything at all about what you said (although you understand perfectly). In the end you say you pay tomorrow ... your seat while you go to your site with your free eating small tray. And do it again two or three more times, until no sneak more and had to reload. But your 10 euritos ahorrao you do not have anyone remove them.
erasmus life is to keep messing around back home drunk. In your flat you have another workmate relates little warning about the style of home. This, unlike the other, it seems nice and at least presents when he comes home. Has one thing that identifies you, he's gay. She lives with her "boyfriend" on the floor, and that the landlord told us here could not bring anyone. It sssssuper gay is funny how gay speaks Italian. My compi English and I affectionately call the julandrón because fag could understand and which in Italian is said fag. So ... after the other party envalentonao come home and you think of the idea. Post-it and you take the pen and stick it on your door:
next day you would not see her face to see it in the door and even more so knowing I would not understand what the hell puts ... but I like her ass parties. The next day you wake up and go into the kitchen, through the room and you see julandrón no longer post it on the door. So, hungover and adormilao you go into the kitchen with a smile mischievous.
erasmus life is to become a movie buff. Especially if you spend time at home because you got sculpting. I watch movies day in and day out. You look all the movies that you have not seen in 2 years in your native Cádiz. Just do not be worth Rec dark just before sleep, but dream about zombies and afraid on a site that English is not your bed is not cool.
erasmus life is to change the sheets a month and a half after they were placed. Is that between one thing and another never had time to change them. The bed has very much appreciated. Yes, we have had to return to see how well care is the mattress. For things like not felt like changing the sheets. Trying to put the phyllite, without touching the stain dry and slice MEAO moth-eaten. Ea, like new. If things do well, we come back home at Christmas with them. With two balls.
erasmus life is great. Especially if the next weekend there is a meeting with 2,000 erasmus around Italy in your city. It will be interesting to go. Of course, the fellowship, or smell. While countries like France, given before students leave, Spain, and Andalucia in particular, 2 months after his arrival here has not paid a euro. See if you pay early, in December I am in Bridge, not the Constitution precisely ... but living under one. We will continue. Greetings!
