There are swans in Logrono! Twelve to be exact. I bet each one used to be a princess.
I lie. We spotted only three, one of whom looked constipated.
Had a horrible day. Well, actually it wasn't too bad. I'm just agitated. The first thing I did this morning was go into the uni to speak to the International Studies organiser/officer/head of department about my lost documents. But fancy- she wasn't in, and doesn't plan to be back from Brazil till the 20th of March. And then I was going to go to the police station with Javier because I suspected the police might not speak English, and fancy- he's out of town for the weekend. How dare these people take holidays when I need them? So I spent an arduous hour at the police station trying to describe everything in my bag. One of the police said my Spanish was very good though. Ha!
The pitter-patter of little feet was heard all throughout Logrono today as I dashed about madly trying to get everything done and organised. Very exhausted, but too stressed to sleep.
2 comments:
the swan look elegant and beautiful,but it would better if you can make foie gras from this beautiful creature, wahaha.
Who's that?! (up above). Sounds like dad actually. I like swans! I would like to be a swan.
So you got anything sorted out? Maybe Spain is a Brazil-type place where nothing ever gets done. I work at a place like that. In Sydney. Love Carobs
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