Crisis pre-partida


No, no, i no! Jo me qued aquí, amb es soleet, menjant serrano i coses bones sense límit, amb na Lilí. Però mirau quin cel! I ara tornar-me’n allà, on hi plou cada dia? I a parlar anglès, que passaré una setmana (com si només fos una setmana) sense entendre res. I cadascú amb es seu accent, que pareix que he anat a un país desconegut. A substituïr es pa amb oli per quinoa i a dormir amb tres capes de pijama.

Només seran uns dies més, puc? puc? puc?


NO WAY! I’m staying here, with the sun, eating serrano ham and great things with no limit. With Lilí. Look at the sky! And now I have to go back there, where it rains every day? And back to speaking English. I will have that first week (as if it was only a week!) when I don’t understand anyone. Everyone with their cute accents, so difficult I feel I traveled to an unknown country. And substituting our typical dishes with quinoa and spleeping with a three layer pijamas.

Just a few more days, please please please!






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