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Thoughts on bird-keeping and another year in Spain

In a few days’ time I’ll have just wrapped up yet another nine-month stint here in Spain– my fourth since that life-changing day back in 2010.

Looking back on the year, I wouldn’t say there’ve been as many major changes as in previous years, but changes nonetheless and changes that I’m sure most of us are constantly going through, expat or not.

Career goals take new directions, friendships intensify, people get engaged, loose acquaintances become close friends, we discover new places, we develop new interests and discard others, we become wiser and we even– and this one might just be me –decide to start hand-rearing birds.

That’s right. I recently encountered a tiny common swift– vencejo in Spanish –on my terrace, after presumably crash-landing from an ill-fated first flight. It’s mother was nowhere to be seen and I even left it for a day before retrieving it. Google –once I’d filtered out all the Taylor Swift stuff –threw up a couple of sites written by people who’d practically dedicated their lives to the lil’ critters. Thus, I suddenly had a surfeit of tips and information pertaining to swifts. I bought live crickets and worms, replaced its flimsy shoebox with a giant cardboard one (so it had room to do its ‘press-ups’ in order to strengthen its wings) and learnt all the uber-important feeding and grooming methods.

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Meet Taylor

All in all, I felt excited! Noble! Heroic! That I’d been entrusted with a formidable task I would endeavour to achieve…

Then it died (cause of death unknown but possibly because of ongoing shock), but not before, as if by fate, another one fell into my lap! I found this one, who has since been named Taylor (also my surname), outside a bar. Maybe she killed the other one when I wasn’t looking. I don’t know though– she looks way too cute to be capable of anything like that. Healthier too.

Now friends of mine have started calling to say that they’ve found a bird on the street and if I’d like to come by and get it and add it to my nest. I think not. One is enough– having two didn’t go so well last time.

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Taylor Swift’s House. It was cleaned after this photo was taken.

So what is the point of all this bird babble you ask?

Perhaps there isn’t one, and now you think I’m a a bit peculiar, but something tells me it might mean that I am subconsciously aching for some more responsibility in my life, which goes beyond the nurturing of a homeless and by now probably very confused bird.

At the start of the year I set myself five goals that I’d hoped to achieve by July. Interestingly, successfully rearing a swift chick to adulthood wasn’t one of them and– after a quick glance back –none really pertained to me becoming more responsible in any way. That’s not to say they weren’t reasonable though. To quickly review and assess:

1. Study Spanish properly and pass an exam:


I studied Spanish, quite a lot actually, and enjoyed it too, but never got around to taking an exam. I’d like to argue that by now exams are pointless, since four years is long enough to learn a language well enough without doing any. It probably is for most of us, but given my ever-expanding gaggle of guiri friends and my ever-shrinking circle of Spanish friends (post in the works), I’ve begun to feel my Spanish is seriously flagging, and possibly even going backwards. Big problem. Need to sort it.


2. Learn Another Language:


Ok, I’m not up to much yet but I have grappled with the basics of conversational French, thanks to Michel Thomas’s French for Beginners CD boxset. Hoping to set up a regular intercambio next year.

3. Visit Ten Unseen Spanish Cities/Towns


This was overly ambitious. I’ve definitely visited ten new places, but only four or five could be classed as cities or towns, and most of them were in the Granada province. Valencia, however, was somewhere I absolutely had to see, and I managed that :)

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Flamengos at Valencia’s City of Science and Art

4. Get Better at Techy Stuff:


The idea was to sign up for a digital-based course of some sort, and while I haven’t actually started yet, I did recently bag a place on Google’s own, distance-learning, digital marketing course called We Are Squared. It’s expensive and will take six months to complete, but I am very keen and this will, I hope, be the kickstart to the career I’m striving for. Starts at the end of the month. Expect updates.

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5. Be a better cook:


I haven’t attempted anything too elaborate but I’ve had a few small victories here and there (see sushi below!) I do have a habit of using ginger and soy sauce or avocado with EVERYTHING. Always seems to work :)

Three out of five. Not bad I suppose, and there’s always next year. Yes, next year. There is still no real, adequate reason, as far as I can see, for me to move back home permanently. In fact, this whole ‘should I stay or should I go’ conundrum is getting easier by the year.

Answer: stay.

And for the record, Taylor is doing great 😉

Spain ranks as Europe’s Healthiest Country

If you’re looking to move overseas on a long-term basis, climate, economy, lifestyle and healthcare systems are of course very important factors to consider. Any of these things can hugely influence a person’s quality and length of life. The average life expectancy of a country might suggest a lot about its culture and factors that help guarantee a good quality of life, such as lower crime rates and good healthcare.

Packing up and moving abroad is obviously a daunting prospect for many of us, but for those with others to take care of, the feeling is surely multiplied. When deciding where to go, choosing a country that provides health benefits will be at the top of most wish lists.

A 20 year-long investigation called The Lancet Study claims that Spain has an average life expectancy of 81.4 years compared to 79.9 years in the UK. Only Italy has a better life expectancy at 81.5 years but there are less years of healthy life than in Spain. The World Health Organisation also reports that Spain, and in particular the area of Javea in Costa Blanca, has one of the healthiest climates with more recorded hours of sunshine per year than anywhere else in the country. In the UK we can only dream of that much sunshine, and the only time we can really bronze ourselves is when we go abroad… to places like Spain!

This following info-graphic looks at the top 10 healthiest countries to live in Europe.

Top 10 Healthiest European Countries
Image source: Villas for sale in Moraira and Javea – Spanish Property Sales

Let’s have a look at the top three healthiest countries in more detail:


Spain is the healthiest place to live in Europe, according to research. The average life expectancy is 81.4 years, and 70.9 is the average number of years of a healthy life. According to the medical journal Lancet, this is two years longer than for people living in the UK.

The World Health Organisation claims that Spain has a “near perfect environment as it is possible to obtain”. As with the UK, anybody who officially resides in Spain may claim free healthcare.

And within Spain, according to The World Health Organisation, Javea is one of the healthiest climates to live in. It is protected from harsh winds in winter, which is good for keeping colds at bay, and it enjoys a unique microclimate that is regarded as one of the world’s healthiest. Average temperatures are 15°C during December and January, rising to an average of 30ºC in August so a property in Javea isn’t going to run up high heating bills. It also has more recorded hours of sunlight than any other place in Spain, which is great for vitamin D levels and keeping you cheerful!

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Javea, Spain (Source)

Sunnier climates can also encourage healthier lifestyles. Long walks/hikes and bike rides, for example, are a lot more enjoyable under a bright blue sky, whereas cold and wet winters back in the UK make it all the more easier to stay indoors and pile on the pounds.

The Mediterranean diet also contributes to Spain’s longevity –it is very healthy, and the lower costs of fresh fruits and vegetables inevitably encourages a healthier and fresher diet.

The pace of life in Spain is a lot slower than in the UK, which may be good at keeping stress-related illnesses at bay, as well as lowering the possibility of stress-related behaviours such as excessive drinking and smoking.


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Rome, Italy, view from the top of the hill next to the Coloseum (Source)

The Mediterranean diet also contributes to Italy’s longevity. The diet is high in fresh fish, fruit, vegetables and olive oil. There are also less animal fats than there are in the British diet. The Italian attitude towards drinking is also different to the UK’s; a bottle of wine on the table at mealtimes is far more preferable to ten pints of lager and 6 tropical reefs down the pub. The Mediterranean diet also helps lower the risk of heart disease, which is the number one cause of death in the UK.


The Swedish government helps promote a healthy way of life amongst its people by actively encouraging a good work/life balance. Swedes also have a healthy diet full of fresh fish and omega fatty acids, which are great for the heart.

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Stockholm, Sweden (Source)

Are you an expat in Europe? What’s the health lifestyle like where you are?

Sending Stuff Home

Of the few ball aches there are to expat life, sending stuff to and from your homeland is up there with the most throbbing of them. There will, inevitably, come a point when you have to send something one way or the other, be it robust furniture, a bulky snowboard bag stuffed with heavy winter wear (as is my case) or a number of inconveniently large Christmas presents for your loved ones.

Some expats are in it for the long-haul, others just for a few years. It’s this latter breed that often don’t realise just how much it is going to cost them to send back all their accumulated, prized possessions  at the end of their time abroad.

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So what’s the solution?

Well, there’s paying to check in extra baggage on your cheap budget airline flight, providing what it is that you want to take with you can fit in a suitcase. But we all know what happens then: your ‘cheap’ flight suddenly isn’t so cheap anymore. it’s bloody (and piss-takingly) expensive. Some airlines, such as the much loathed Ryanair, are a fine example of this, charging up to €60 for a second checked bag of just 15kg in weight allowance. Others, like British Airways, are markedly better, demanding only €25 per extra checked bag – and your first bag is free.

But Lord knows I hate having to keep to a luggage limit, as I’m sure is the case for many of you too, and when you’re being charged an extra €20 or whatever it is per every kilo over the limit, you have to wonder: what is the point? As an alternative and far cheaper means of sending your oversized items home, parcel delivery companies, such as SEUR, can collect your parcel/hefty suitcase the very next day and have it delivered to its destination at an often cut-rate price, even for items as large as bulky snowboard bags (good news for me).

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Cheaper still would be to offload your clutter bit by bit onto visiting friends and family, who may have a few inches going spare in their suitcases for the return trip. This is a tactic I have discreetly employed over the last two years, though I suspect it would take me at least another eight to successfully and completely unburden myself.

Using a removal firm is of course another option, if you really do have the contents of a house to send home. There are numerable, European-based companies that provide this service, most of which can offer guaranteed, tracked and safe delivery within days of shipment. Competition for these sorts of companies is stiff, so you are sure to find a good price.

Or you might want to wander down to the local post office and try your luck. At least then it’s all taken care of in a matter of a few minutes, even if the fee you are charged makes you cry a little bit inside.

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Spain’s National Postal Service, Correos (Source: Wikipedia)

The more you love your expat life, the longer you will stay; the longer you stay, the more things you will accumulate. If you think your days as an expat might be numbered then it would be wise to start considering the benefits of sending stuff home sooner rather than later; don’t leave it all until that last, teary flight home!

A Day in Las Alpujarras

At this stage of my Granadino expathood (2 years, 3 months), I really ought to have visited Las Alpujarras more than twice. Any discerning expat in Spain will attest to that. The first time was when I attended and (rather tamely) participated in the mother of all water fights in Lanjarón, to help celebrate el día de San Juan – the longest day of the year. The second outing came recently, perhaps at the best time of year to go considering the late autumn we had last year.

La Alpujarra’s unspoiled and natural beauty is as unparalleled as its unique microclimate, provoked by the constantly melting snow from above. In sharp contrast, the landscape below is much more arid and sparse.

A few facts and a little history…

  • The etymology of ‘alpujarra’ is unclear, though the most credible suggestion is that it derived from the Arabic word al-bugsharra, meaning ‘sierra of pastures’.
  • The average altitude is 4,000ft above sea level.
  • Many inhabitants of La Alpujarra descend from Galicians, after thousands were relocated from Galicia following the reconquest of Granada in 1568.
  •  Mulhacen, the highest peak in Spain at 3,482m, is contained within the mountain range.
  • It contains Trevelez, the highest village in Spain, at 4,843ft above sea level.
  • The Alpujarras covers roughly 2,500km.
  • The Mediterranean, seen easily on a clear day, is just 40km away.

The enchanting, sky-scraping region spans two Spanish provinces – Granada and Almería – and comprises around forty small mountain villages. Its history is fascinating. The Moors were the first to settle there in the late 15th century, after being driven away by Spanish Christians who had recaptured Granada. This was where they remained until a hundred or so years later, when the Christians expelled anyone of Arab descent from the Kingdom of Granada. Following that, the Christians – many of them from Galicia in the north-west of Spain – resettled in the area, though much of the traditional Moorish architecture was preserved, and still is today.

Rio Poqueira

It is, of course, impossible to explore each area of Las Alpujarras – unless you intend to stay for a longer period – so most day-trippers tend to stick with the main three tourist attractions: Capileira, Bubión and Pampaneira. They are all formed on el rio poqueira – a deep, yawning valley that drops towards the neighbouring villages of Órgiva and Lanjarón. Each village is characterised by its narrow, winding streets, old-fashioned crafts shops, flat clay roofs and tall, rounded chimney pots.

We began our day with a tour of Capileira – the second highest village in Las Alpujarras – and a coffee at local bar and restaurant Casa Pilar y Paco Lopez, where we were treated to spectacular views. The village brims with colourful, wooden-beam arts & crafts stores, all filled with local goods from handwoven rugs to homemade jams.

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The next village heading downward is Bubión, where there are yet more arts & crafts stores, art galleries and several cafés and restaurants to cater for hungry hikers. There is also a small folk museum called Casa Alpujarreña, which was free to enter when we passed by, though the real draw – as with the neighbouring villages – is the frankly ridiculous view of the Alpujarra all around you.

If you plan on completing the circuit I’d recommend you take the steep, tumbling backstreets that lead into the woods before arriving in Pampaneira. During autumn the trees’ colours turn glorious shades of yellow, red, orange and green. And if you’re wearing orange-tinted sunglasses like I was you’ll wish you could take pictures simply by blinking your eyes.

There is supposedly an abundance of wildlife in the alpujarra – mountain goats, birds of prey and even the rare lynx are sighted often – but we were not to see any other living creature except the odd, fellow rambler and a penned herd of fat, soon-to-be-slaughtered pigs. Can’t complain though, with views like this:

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Our hilly walk finished in Pampaneira, where things are a bit livlier. Each bar buzzed with the sound of chatter and glasses being clinked by families and groups of friends, laughing and joking. The sun was up, the scenes were classic Spain and the beers were – at least for their brief life span – blissful. There was even a chocolate factory.  Yes, that’s right – a genuine chocolate factory – which, save for an edible theme park and a few oompa-loompas, was everything I’d expect a chocolate factory to be. Namely, there was lots of free chocolate. It’s curious how at first you act all coy and indifferent in the interest of being polite, but the minute hands start swooping in for the flavour you’ve got your hawk eyes on all such nonchalance suddenly melts away. ‘There’s only one chunk of caramel biscuit left and you can think again if you think you’re getting to it first girl of eight‘. Seriously, I actually took candy from a baby. Tasted great too.

Next came the food (chocolate didn’t count). A steakhouse by the name of El Castaño had been strongly recommended by a friend and since none of us had EVER enjoyed a good steak in Spain before we simply had to indulge. It was perhaps the best meal I’ve had in Spain yet, and if it weren’t for the impending and inevitable traipse back up to the car in Capileira, I might never have moved again.

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I’ll be back to Las Alpujarras soon, especially now since there is snow on the mountains. It’s a walkers paradise and absolutely unmissable if you are planning on visiting the Granada province of Spain.

Getting There

Given the distance between Granada and La Alpujarra (70km) I’d recommend taking a car. There are only three buses that leave from Granada per day and the first is at 10am, meaning you’ll have missed the entire morning by the time you get there. The cost, however, is probably cheaper in comparison at €11 return, though if there are four or five of you it may work out only marginally more expensive to hire a car from either Granada city centre or Granada Airport. The bus timetable is as follows:

Granada – Capileira

10.00     12.00     16.30

Capileira – Granada

07.00     16.45     18.15

All services stop at Pampaneira and Bubión too, 5-10 minutes before and after respectively. The journey takes roughly two and a half hours. Go to alsa.es to book tickets.


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My Year in Review

So long 2013! You’ve been good to me. I might not have quite fulfilled every ambition I set out to achieve at the beginning of the year, but definitely most of them. I’ve seen much more of Spain, started writing editorials and publishing in Spanish, started a new blog and had more work published on other sites. I’ve also met and connected with several other bloggers who’ve given me some fantastic advice and ideas – Molly of piccavey.com for one, and Marianne of East Of Malaga another (who actually gave me the idea for this blog post).

So, without any further ado, let’s get to it.


Last January I was lucky enough to spend my New Year’s Eve in Edinburgh for the annual Hogmanay celebrations. Although it wasn’t my first time in the Scottish capital, it was – needless to say – a wonderful place to see out 2012, and a great opportunity to test out my new camera. Hogmanay, I’ll be back.

I was also published on Gapyear.com, with a piece about my time in Canada’s Rocky Mountains in 2009.


February was particularly memorable on account of the deluges of snow upon which the Sierra Nevada was bestowed. It snowed heavily several times, which made for perfect conditions and the best I’ve ever skied in Spain.

I also had my Step by Step Guide to Cadiz Carnaval published with The Olive Press. Take a look at it here!


In March I traveled to Ronda for the weekend which was, ironically, cut short by the same snow that I had been so thankful for in the Sierra Nevada just days before. Didn’t matter though; two days were enough and Ronda is beautiful in any kind of weather…

I also attended the annual Dragon Festival held in Santa Fe to celebrate the Spring Equinox. My review was published with Clash Magazine.

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I’ll level with you: I can’t stand Semana Santa, so when April comes around I hit the road, and this year I headed north to escape the Andalucían crowds. My journey took me to Bilbao, San Sebastian and Pamplona. All three cities were individually fantastic and really opened my eyes to a completely different way of Spanish life.

I also had the best experience I’ve had in Granada so far: the epic Piste 2 Playa day trip, which ultimately led to the decision to stay yet another year!


May kicked off with one of the festivals of the year – SOS 4.8 in Murcia. I saw several of my favourite bands and DJs, including M83, Justice and The XX. Once again, I reviewed the weekend for Clash Magazine. Read it here.

I also went on the best beach trip of my Spanish stint thus far, to the tiny pueblo of Las Negras in Cabo de Gata, Almería. The town is as sleepy and charming as they come, and the beaches have actual SAND!


June provided me with the most fun I’ve ever had inside one hour: Lanjarón’s enormous and legendary water fight. It occurs on the night of San Juan, as does a plethora of other festivities in most other Spanish towns and cities – particularly along Spain’s south coast.

I also worked for a national British newspaper for two weeks in London. It was useful in the sense that it made me reailse that I never want to work for a national British newspaper.


July was a busy month, though not especially so for blogging. Instead, I was tied up with work I am actually paid to do: teaching English to foreign folk. Usually these summer schools seem like never-ending nightmares, but this year I worked for The University of Oxford who – thankfully – pay well and do not deprive you of a social life.

I did, however, find time for a fleeting visit to Nerja, a gorgeous beach town just east of Malaga. Read my feature with The Olive Press here.

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Head of The River pub, Oxford

Still busy with teaching in Oxford, it wasn’t until the end of August that I had time to travel. However, I did have a lot of free time in the evenings, which spurred me on to get my brand new part-time travel blog up and running. Watch out for official launch coming soon!

Perhaps my biggest victory – other than surviving two months of teaching intensive Business English to squealing Japanese teenagers – was creating and publishing my very first post in Spanish.


September has been my best month for two years running now. This year and last year I kicked it off with back-to-back music festivals in Croatia (review here). Somehow, I managed not to end myself in the process and came out well enough to continue traveling through Croatia, Bosnia & Herzegovina, Serbia and Hungary. Needless to say, good times were had. You can read about them on my new blog.

In October and back in Granada, the hunt for a new apartment proved more difficult than first thought. Eventually, I was able to find the perfect place just a stone’s throw away from the Alhambra. And now – for the first time ever since moving to Spain – I am completely happy with where I live and who I live with. No nasty kitchens, no miserable housemates. Only took three years.

Other than that, not much happened.

November was far more interesting. I went to Sevilla for the annual ACIEA conference, where I instagramed the place to death and finally got to see El Parasol. I also saw the Alhambra dressed in autumn colours – something I’ve wanted to do since moving to Granada. I had my first piece (another review) published in Spanish, which you can read here, and I was named among the top ten expat in Spain bloggers by Which Offshore.

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Clouds over Las Alpujarras (Source: Ramiro Ramirez FlickrCC)

Ordinarily I have myself a little holiday at the beginning of December, but this year I stayed closer to home and took a long day trip to the mountain villages of Las Alpujarras in the Granada province of Spain. There’ll be a post on that soon. I’ve also reached elementary level French, so there’s one goal more or less reached for my fourth year in Spain.

I also started collaborating on a couple of new projects, neither of which have been launched just yet but should be soon! Now here’s to further and greater success in 2014! Feliz año nuevo!

Al revés: ¿Que sorprende a los españoles sobre los ingléses?

Hace unos meses, dije que escribiría por lo menos uno post en español al mes con el propósito de llamar la atención de más lectores españoles y, por supuesto, para mejorar mi nivel de español permanentemente insatisfactorio. Como es de esperar, no he cumplido esa promesa, principalmente por estar demasiado flojo pero también porque no quiero que me avergüence.

Sin embargo, nunca vamos a aprender si no nos comitimos hacer los errores (si acabo de hacer uno no es que quería estar irónico).

Entonces, si eres español, o hablas super, super bien por favor dime lo que he dicho mal y por que en la sección de los comentarios abajo :)

Bueno, a la tema del post.

Aquí en España, nosotros ‘guiris’ solemos notar esas cositas raras que paracen completemente normal a los españoles. A veces nos reímos, a veces nos enfadamos, otras veces miramos fijamente en estado de shock a lo que estamos viendo. Por ejemplo, cuando vi la primera vez a los costaleros encapuchados y genuinamente aterrorizantes en semana santa, o cuando alguien me explicó que exactamente lleva una tortilla de Sacromonte. Pero la cultura es la que es, en cualquier país del mundo. Entonces, con ese pensamiento, me pregunté: ¿Que, exactamente, sorprende los españoles sobre los ingléses?

Por suerte, tengo amigos españoles que han pasado tiempo en Inglaterra, o que estan ahora, y estaban feliz a aclarar el asunto para mi. Este es lo que dijeron:

No railings on windows!

Es costumbre a tener barandillas en frente de las ventanas en España. En Inglaterra, este no existe, agradecidamente. Mi amiga me dice que son usadas para protegerse contra los ladrónes. Y ella le digo que ya tenemos alarmas antirobos para eso y que no queremos que nuestras habitaciónes parezcan como celdas de la prisión.

No blinds on windows!

Parecer estar una gran diferencia entre las ventanas españolas y inglésas. Las persianas también son evidentemente muy importante para los españoles. Tiene sentido, si se considera cuanto luz solar hay en España, pero en Inglaterra casi nunca hace sol, entonces como se las echa de menos?  La solución en mi opinón es simple: vete a John Lewis para comprar unas cortinas gordas. Es básicamente como doble acristalamiento.

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Quiero mis persianaaaas!!

Carpet in the bathroom!

Ahora que lo pienso, de verdad es raro que pogamos moqueta en nuestros baños. Supongo que – otra vez – sea por el maldito frio interminable en Inglaterra; no queremos que los pies se congelen por la mañana. Pero el baño es un cuarto que se humedece y se ensucia facilmente, y si hay moqueta la tarea de limpiar sólo puede ser más difícil…

Too many sandwiches!

Decir la verdad, esta no me sorprende. Llevo tres años en España y siempre mis compañeros de piso me han dicho que como los sandwiches como una vaca come la hierba. ¿Que puedo decir? Nos encanta los sandwiches. Dame un ‘Boots Meal Deal’ cualquier día de la semana y me tienes a tu dispoción. O todavía mejor, un BLT calorifico de M&S. Riquísimo!

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Food Porn (Dana Mcmahon FlickrCC)

Boys are bad kissers!

Vale, entiendo que no tratamos bien los dos besos en los mofletes cuando conocimos a alguien pero que besamos mal en general? No puede ser! Pero mi amiga me dice que si. No sé, quizás ella ha tenido mala suerte – no me ha besado, por ejemplo. O quizás es la verdad. Chicas, ¿que pensaís?

Warm Beer!

Tienen razon. ¿Por que bebimos cerveza caliente? Bueno, no es que la preferimos asi, más bien por nuestra alta nivel de impaciencia (ver abajo), pero realmente sólo pasa en situaciónes extremas – los festivales, por ejemplo, o cuando hacemos un picnic. Imaginate eso: un picnic extremo. Habría tantos sandwiches. Mmm.

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Mejor servido: caliente.

Drinking Habits!

Hace unos años el gobierno británico aprobó el ley reguladora de 24 horas, con el intento de traer al nación una cultura más civilizada y acabar con el ‘binge drinking’. Como era de esperar, fracasó, y ahora está peor que era antes. Aunque los españoles les gusta mucho a beber y hacer las fiestas, este exhibición de desenfreno desvergonzado les pilla por sorpresa. Igual a las tallas de los vasos; en España se puede elegir entre medio litro, tubo o caña si quieres cerveza, en Inglaterra es ‘pint’ o ‘half’ y ya está.

Inappropriate dress code!

Como ya sabe todo el mundo, hace tiempo de mierda en Inglaterra casi todo el año. En el invierno, no suele a llover tanto, pero hace un frio que pela casi todos los días. Sin embargo, este no impede a las chicas llevar las minifaldas y vestidos pequeñisimos – algo que, aparentemente, dejan los españoles y probablemente el resto del mundo boquiabiertos. Seguro que lo habeís visto en España también: el guiri llevará su camiseta y sus chanclas a cada oportunidad que le presente. Sencillamente, tenemos piel gruesa; una resistencia desarrollada al frio la que nos permite llevar ropa asi.

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Que conste, no llevo las minifaldas y vestidos pequeñisimos, sólo los tacones.

¿Vives tu en Inglaterra? ¿Has vivido allí antes? ¿Que más te sorprende sobre los ingléses? Quizás encontrarías útil esta pagina de web sobre la vida como un español en Inglaterra