No more sighs from Ireland!

Almost a month in this country, but ... I don't know what is wrong. I have some problems to understand yet, but some times the worst is to express myself (how to say thing when you think in spanish).

Last Sunday was my birthday (I’m thirty, by God) and I went to Dublin for a walk. It was very sunny and even hot at noon, and I walked the both parts of the city. The Liffey river divides the city in two parts, one is very British (a lot of people says that isn't Ireland) and the other is more popular and Irish. Well, in the British one is the Trinity College, Grafton St (like Serrano St in Madrid), Saint Stephen Park (similar to Retiro), Christchurch (anglican), the Parliament and other interesting places like Temple Bar). In the other shore, there are a lot of shops in Henry St or O’Connell St, and some monuments two, like Four Courts.

Well, while I was walking, near to the tourist centre, I found a Spanish restaurant and do you know what is its name? Curiously, its name is Salamanca (life‘s causalities or not?) and they have a lot of typical Spanish plates and “tapas“ like Paella or Stew of Madrid. I was also in a second hand library but I didn’t find anything interesting.

In other ways, I’m fine in my job and I’m just moving to Lucan, nearer to my job. The tips are good some days and very helpful. I think it will be better in some ways (the room is bigger and food taster, I hope). The worst or the best is that I’m going to live with another Spanish, Jaime (he’s from Calahorra). He works with me in the Petrol Station in Lucan, and I treat to not speaking with him in Spanish, but some times I do it unconsciously.

And well, I’m adapting to this place and I’m trying to start new activities, like English classes.

Finally, I send you greetings from here, so cheerio!