55 days in Dublin (but this is not China).

In fact, I have been here for more, but I liked the title (hahaha). In other ways, I cannot say a lot from the last post. There are some changes in the job because some workmates leave Ireland or simply the job to take another better. I would want to change it but I am not to stay here for more than 6 months and it doesn’t worth to change to stay one or two months in another job.

Related to my home life, now we (Jaime and me) are cooking our own food and well, the meals have changed a lot because we put the Spanish touch in each plate (although we’re a horrible “chefs”) and we’re often eating huge beef steaks (600 gr each) in our way (very rare). We’ve got the house for us because the “landlady” is now on holidays with her sister and our landlord is taking advantage this situation (do u know what I mean fella? --> I’m improving my slang too seeing films like “The Barber Shop” or “Dirty”). Well, we are missing the children in some way but we are enjoying this situation.

And finally, I knew a new Spanish boy that now is living in my former accommodation. His name is Antonio and he’s 22. He’s a real bookworm but he’s not lively in absolute so Liz asked me for help him, because he hasn’t got job. I went with him to the Welfare Office to obtain the PPS number and I said him some guidelines about to do job interviews. But he wanted more from me: he wants me to use me like a guide dog to purchase things and so (es decir, que le das la mano para ayudar y te cogen el pie). In any case, I said no way. I understand that it’s difficult to start here because you’re a mere foreigner (like Polish, Estonian or Italian people) but part of the life here is that: you must overcome the obstacles.

Well, now you have a new episode of Elgaine de Balliers, living a quietly experience in Ireland, the land of the beef and beer, the pubs and churches, and the any time tea.

I’ll see you later.