Back. Warning: rant inside.
Well, I'm back from my vacation.
Now it's time to think about my plannings for London... I have to say I'm exhausted. I can't even think.
LJ is not helping me: it didn't alert me of any of your replies to my most recent updtaes, and luckily I decided to read them from my personal page without waiting for LJ.
I thank you all for your words. Sorry I won't be able to respond to them, but I heart them.
Talking about LJ, all of a sudden it gives me all the commands in Italian. Okay, it's my language, but I was used to read everything in English and now I feel... lost in translation. It took me some time to find the update command and my user-info, that is now 'Info utente'.
Did I mention my boyfriend got stolen of his money belt in Madrid last Sunday? They burned his t-shirt on his shoulder with a cigarette, he reacted moving his hand (he kept it like glued on his belt) from there and...puff: his money belt had gone. Inside a little money, but M.'s suitcase keys. M. got hopelessly depressed, he felt stupid and not fast enough to impede what happened, though he was very fast, and we spent the rest of the following days: 1.queing at the local police-station to denounce the fact -he had his ID in the money belt. 2.looking for new keys to open his case, we found them at the Delsey distribution offices (among the other objects, his credit-cards were hidden in it) 3. We had to ask the hotel people to lend us 50 Euros because we didn't have the money to buy food..., 4.phoning to his bank that had blocked his card because of the many withdrawals, so he couldn't withdraw anymore and we were out of money, totally. 5.Phoning to my father to ask him to sending money there, and hiding in 4 different places the notes when we got them at the office, walking like two CIA agents to our hotel 6.Trying (but not succeeding) to comfort M. 7.Waiting for the final day to come back.
Today I spent the whole morning at the police-station to confirm my denunciation to eventually ask my bank to give me a new card.
I meant to post at least two funny pics that I had taken in Barcelona, but, as the icing on the cake, for the life of me I can't find that SD card. Where the hell did I put it??
Now, to my Spanish friends: Spain is hot, but it's nice. You are among my most generous web-friends and I love having you in my flist and in AE. I'm aware that this kind of crimes happens in my city, too, (I don't have a clue of whether it's more or less frequent than there) though I never really realized what it means to a person that comes from abroad. So, I'll go on loving you and all the honest people of Spain, as much as I love all the honest people in Italy and I don't love the Italian pickpockets. Sorry if my post is bitter, but we had a really hard time.
London: I hope I can squee later in the day. I need to squee about it!!
In other words: I'm checking the two communities of
wat_europe and
wat_slash, I scrolled a few posts of this morning, but of course I can't go through 12 days of friends pages, so I'm asking you a favor: if you think you posted something that you'd like me to read or to know, please put the link in your comment to this update, and I'll check your post.
Later...
Now it's time to think about my plannings for London... I have to say I'm exhausted. I can't even think.
LJ is not helping me: it didn't alert me of any of your replies to my most recent updtaes, and luckily I decided to read them from my personal page without waiting for LJ.
I thank you all for your words. Sorry I won't be able to respond to them, but I heart them.
Talking about LJ, all of a sudden it gives me all the commands in Italian. Okay, it's my language, but I was used to read everything in English and now I feel... lost in translation. It took me some time to find the update command and my user-info, that is now 'Info utente'.
Did I mention my boyfriend got stolen of his money belt in Madrid last Sunday? They burned his t-shirt on his shoulder with a cigarette, he reacted moving his hand (he kept it like glued on his belt) from there and...puff: his money belt had gone. Inside a little money, but M.'s suitcase keys. M. got hopelessly depressed, he felt stupid and not fast enough to impede what happened, though he was very fast, and we spent the rest of the following days: 1.queing at the local police-station to denounce the fact -he had his ID in the money belt. 2.looking for new keys to open his case, we found them at the Delsey distribution offices (among the other objects, his credit-cards were hidden in it) 3. We had to ask the hotel people to lend us 50 Euros because we didn't have the money to buy food..., 4.phoning to his bank that had blocked his card because of the many withdrawals, so he couldn't withdraw anymore and we were out of money, totally. 5.Phoning to my father to ask him to sending money there, and hiding in 4 different places the notes when we got them at the office, walking like two CIA agents to our hotel 6.Trying (but not succeeding) to comfort M. 7.Waiting for the final day to come back.
Today I spent the whole morning at the police-station to confirm my denunciation to eventually ask my bank to give me a new card.
I meant to post at least two funny pics that I had taken in Barcelona, but, as the icing on the cake, for the life of me I can't find that SD card. Where the hell did I put it??
Now, to my Spanish friends: Spain is hot, but it's nice. You are among my most generous web-friends and I love having you in my flist and in AE. I'm aware that this kind of crimes happens in my city, too, (I don't have a clue of whether it's more or less frequent than there) though I never really realized what it means to a person that comes from abroad. So, I'll go on loving you and all the honest people of Spain, as much as I love all the honest people in Italy and I don't love the Italian pickpockets. Sorry if my post is bitter, but we had a really hard time.
London: I hope I can squee later in the day. I need to squee about it!!
In other words: I'm checking the two communities of
wat_europe and
wat_slash, I scrolled a few posts of this morning, but of course I can't go through 12 days of friends pages, so I'm asking you a favor: if you think you posted something that you'd like me to read or to know, please put the link in your comment to this update, and I'll check your post.
Later...