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Reporting from Barcelona


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My first week in Barcelona, \u200b\u200bdays used to the country and its culture. At the beginning I spent (spend) processed the respective roles in the day and evening sightseeing. The weekend felt quite windy, signs and light poles seemed to blow. Then we heard on TV, it was a storm that had caused more damage and even deaths in the region (rightly saw both fallen tree).



We used to visit the Temple La Sagrada Familia, the Güell Park and La Pedrera, all representative works of Catalan Art Nouveau and the architect Antonio Gaudí . We also took on Saturday to go for a walk in Las Ramblas, a street with plenty of trade that starts in Plaza Catalunya and ends facing the sea, where there is a shopping center called Maremagnun. I think I'll visit once more, at least for one IMAX film.

that weekend also took the opportunity to go to Tibidabo, the mountain from which you can see all of Barcelona, \u200b\u200bthe highest point of the place we are told. The view was spectacular and the city not only our feet but by the number of tourists coming to visit.



just beginning work in JAVA team there are two English, one Danish, one Colombian and one Honduran, all pretty nice. We'll see how the thing evolves.

For now there are several stories with Peruvians who came, usually things related to the Catalan language, the language of Catalonia. I will publish it and little by little.
I'll keep in touch



few more photos in my photo album

Nadine Jansen Playing Pool

are the typical scenes or romantic dramas: A couple, two friends, an airport, train station, tears, promises to air. Are dismissed.

remember some memorable farewells: the departure of Laura and Lucia at the airport Jorge Chavez, Argentine friends, who stayed at my house when I was seventeen. Years later, in the same scenario, the farewell of Maria del Carmen, on going to Australia. Then the two bridal Celia, when she had returned to France.

In these scenes, it was always me who was making the sign of good-bye, I was the one who must live with a city that still breathed the scent of someone who was leaving.

Then things changed, and that started beginning to be me. The farewell at the airport Charles de Gaulle in Paris, the farewell to the Madrid subway, or goodbye in the train station in Morlaix (the hardest) paved the way toward what is most important farewell in a long time my departure to Barcelona.

This dismissal has been given by parts, impossible to meet all at once, and has been a mixed bag (we all agree on the same.)

Start a new professional challenge, away from the people I love, but I know them all (you) will be in my memories, and obviously, in my photos. Those pictures that way puzzles are arming the picture of my life.






photos on my flickr account