Hospederia La Mariposa
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... the tables, under the tables, shouting out the windows, throwing drawing pins, wiping my work from the board, running behind me and sniffing my ****, his foot prints on the backs of the children whose mothers and homes he curses as 'fea'... ugly. Takes one to know one in my book! What an ugly child. He'll occasionally take himself into the corner of the room and bawl his eyes out. My boss has told me that he is adopted, spoiled and ...
We woke up early again because we were going to go catch a bus to Murcia, where my mum's family lives. The bus took us three hours to get there, so we went to the bus station and we had breakfast there at the station. After two hours of driving, we stopped for a break there we had lunch but then we had to go so we went in the bus again but it would only take one hour, it actually took two hours because the bus was stuck in one of the narrow streets, ...
I am no longer homeless, but I have a fabulous split level, marble tiled apartment at the top of an old building in the middle of Murcia. So close am I to the opposing side of the street I can watch their TVs and hear them snore. Up here in the Gods the sun streams in and the noises of the street are whispers. Short of the score and 80-piece orchestra in the pit I feel like I'm an extra in West Side Story.
The perfect place then to escape the mayhem of the 'Academy'. Instead of ...
... point where less than 3% of the
animals on the planet are actually wild animals.
Moving further into Spain some observations:
The bigger towns have an industrial look about
them, even the coastal resort towns,
A lot of industrial buildings, apartments,
houses are abandoned or not completed,
Not as many people own dogs in Spain as France which
equals less dog ***** ...
I thought the end was nigh when I went to collect my NIE; the number you need to stay in Spain that I'd applied for over a week ago. The same smug woman from the week before, who'd been so disgusted at the idea that I was taking a teensy slither of the very humble Spanish employment pie, seemed to take great pleasure in telling me that I needed to get my NIE in Valencia and not in Murcia because I'd given a Valencia address.
I'd used the address of Mum and ...