Spain between Ireland & India.

I was all ready to leave the house to start my new life as Au-Pair. As usual in Galway, I went for drinks on Saturday night with my Venezuelan friend. We had a couple Guinness. On the way back home under a starry night, (not usual in Galway), suddenly when I was in front of my door to say good night to my friend. A colleague from Rome wrote me.
I looked at my Venezuelan friend and I said: I change is coming in my life soon. Just wait and see. Which king of change? I don’t know yet, just wait. Good night and see you tomorrow.
I answered the sms: I am in Ireland as you well know. What is going on? What do you want? Let’s talk by skype tomorrow.
I couldn’t sleep well that night and I couldn’t imagine what would come next. Or maybe I knew it, because he was sending me that sms from India.
We spoke for 3 hours. He was in Mumbai, India. He suggested to go there for 3 months to investigate  the market in Mumbai. A lot of Architectural opportunities there which could be good for starting business.
I said yes! And he told me: you can think about it, you don’t have to decide it right now. It is decided already! I said very sure about it.
My bags were ready in the living room waiting for a new life! I would take them and I would go to Spain to exchange the winter baggage for the summer one.
See you in Mumbai very soon! Ok… I will prepare your visa to come, see you soon.
What to do? Just take the bags and go home.
It was Sunday; I called my family at lunch time. They were in the summer house; my sister picked the up I asked her to tell our parents I would call back. No I can’t, she said. You will do it.
Hi family! How was the “paella Valenciana” today? By the way…. I am moving to India (and I explained to them the plan).
My mother looked at me in a typical mother’s face. My father asked me: Is there Skype? Yes, there is. Great, so what is the difference if you are in ITALY, IRELAND or INDIA.
I smiled and said: I love you so much!

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Nules. The Birthday

Summer 2012, the whatsapp work started. I was ( and I am) among those who are technology friendly. It was simple to explain what, the simple answer was: I am among those who spend time in front of the computer, PC, tablet, Laptop, smartphone, apple devices. I love to be around the table or around the bar, face to face talking with friends, in a business meeting, or chatting with your new love meting him.
As a human, I did the same as everyone else. I remember that a Spanish guy from the Issac Hostel helped me to buy my first phone with internet. He told me: Marisol, it will be useful to learn English. You will write in English. I stared at him with my unfriendly face and I put the credit card on the counter. What to do? We are in the new age!
I didn’t tell my Spanish friend that I was using whatsapp, but I was using it for my new friends in Ireland and of course with my amazing family.
The family calls were daily; the whatsapps with my sister and bother were like my eyes.
The 30th birthday of my sister arrived, and for that special day she booked a flight for me from Dublin to Valencia.
I was in Galway, I took a ban taxi from home to the bus station to go to Dublin and take the flight to Valencia.
It was a surprise, just my sister knew it and we informed my brother to land in Valencia two days earlier.

My sister came to pick me at the airport and when I was walking through the corridor along my house in Nules beach… suddenly my mother asked: who is there? OMG! You are crazy!!! What are you doing here?!!! Come on mum, Do you think that I would miss my sister’s birthday? (summer in the Mediterranean and I don’t know which season in Ireland).
It was an amazing weekend at home in summer and I understand the different between the Mediterranean Sea and the Atlantic sea….the sun and the colour of your skin.
It was a perfect weekend to kiss and hug my family and friends. And to take a big winter bag for the long winter in Ireland waiting for me.

London. 6 hours

You know, when people ask you about who is your best friend and you have to think about it… I was very comfortable saying: my best friend is my sister!
My sister was visiting me in Rome once every 2 or 3 weeks, and we couldn’t bear more than 2 months without seeing each other. It was the longest separation in our life. She was on a holiday trip round Australia and New Zealand and on the way back to Valencia, she stopped in London for 6 hours. What your friend who loves you could do for you? We are very close and I will be alone for 6 hours in London. Why don’t you come to see me? I said: I will be there!
She booked the flight for me, without thinking about it. Was not an easy thing, but love could move mountains. From Dublin to London by plane. To see my sister 6 hours (or less). Crazy? I would do it again.
It was normal walking around London, simple, easy as the love is. Do you know when people ask you: do you want something from…? Do you need something from…? What would you like from…?
That time I say: coconut biscuits from Thailand ( She was also in Thailand) and UGH boots from Australia. ( trust me; them were very useful in Ireland).
Fashion is fashion, I am not going to discuss that, but if there is a story, behind something, it is more than fashion. It is a “long story”.
You know, when you are travelling a lot you don’t remember your travel life every day, but when you stop for a while and push yourself to remember it, you feel blessed and glad about your life and all the people around you.
See you soon my sister!

Dublin. Landing.

 

OMG! My light was delayed by 2 hours and they were waiting for me without knowing each other.

I called my sister: Please, could you call them and say that my flight is delayed? I couldn’t speak English and still less to write a sms.

A friend had a boyfriend in a town close to Dublin (now they are married), as I didn’t speak a word of English, she asked to him to pick me up from the airport and drop me at the reception Hostel and say : Good luck Marisol

When I landed in Dublin, they were waiting for me. Don’t ask me how was the communication between us, but three Irish guys picked me from the airport and dropped me wit all my bags in Issac hostel in Dublin. Lucky me!

Thank God I have contacts and connections around the world. It was a shock, but I was there to start my new adventure in a sharing room with people from different parts of the world. We had just one thing in common, well…maybe two: English and experiences.

The first day in Dublin was a rainy, windy, sunny, stormy day. It was true there is a phenomenon called the four seasons in a day.

The second day thank God again, a friend from Castellon came to visit me. He saved me! I hadn’t met him before that, but I knew his sister from the COAAT Castellon ( As you know and I have explained a million times; my degree has a difficult name, in the past was Aparejador, in my university days was Technical Architect and now is Building Engineer). I was going to visit her to get the stamps on the projects about control and safety. One day she told me: If you are thinking of studying English in Dublin I have a brother there. I told her: I am going to Rome in 3 months, but I would like London more than Dublin. (a year later I met her to ask for her brother’s contact).

He came to Issak Hostel, picked me and one of my bid bags. We left or drooped whoever you want to call at the back of his dresser. He told me: if you don’t need this bag what did you bring it from Spain?. My friend, I am a girl and I need to have things with me should I need them. Do you understand me?. No, I don’t. He said. I smiled.

My first week in Dublin was a…I couldn’t explain my feeling, but I guess like being on a desert island just by myself. Now, after long while writing this chapter I know that I have never been alone at that time or never in my life. Maybe you can’t not understand me, but you couldn’t feel alone around the world, because you are not the only one around. Now, did you understand it?

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Also there were some sunny days between English classes in Dublin.

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Rome. 24 hours

 

24? I would have liked to have 24 hours. I had 20 hours! No worries! Organization!

I have to say that before leaving for Spain, I was parting and having dinner with my different friends. I stayed with the friends with whom I wanted to stay before leave Rome for my new adventure in Ireland. But I planned to enjoy the last weekend in Rome.

A friend picked me from the airport and we have a cappuccino and cornetto just as we arrived at my place. Then I jumped into my flat and I started packing, and the bell rang. Two friends came with beers and pizza. Another friend came before dinner to have an aperitif. My bags to Dublin were ready and I was leaving one in Rome for onward dispatch to Nules.

I had enough time to say arrivederci Roma around the Fontana di Trevi and had a nice dinner with red wine.

In the morning, another friend picked me up from home and dropped me at the airport, but not before having the last cappuccino and cornetto in Rome. 

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Chapter closed…

Valencia. Fallas 2012

I landed in Valencia with my parents and time was flying. A lot of things to do in 2 weeks and packing new bags.

Las Fallas was starting that week. From 1st March until 19th March there are “mascletaes” at 2pm at the “Plaza del Ayuntamiento”  (Municipality  square), but the real festival is from 15th to 19th If you don’t know about “Falles I Mascletaes”,  you should to visit Valencia en “Falles”  at least once in your life. Trust me; you wouldn’t forget it.

Fallas is in Spanish language and Falles in Valenciano language.

I lived and studied in Valencia from 1997 until 2006. I studied Delineante and after that Technical Architect, both in the construction and architectural world.

I have to clarify that Technical Architect is not the same as Architect, to put it in a fast and easier way I would say: Architect=Designer Technical  Architect=Construction Phase. This topic cover at least 3 chapters, because for more difficult now Technical Architect is called Building Engineer, but If you talk with British, Technical architect is Project Architect.   Anyway, I am sure that I studied and that I love in my work field.

“Les Falles “ , start for me on 15th. El dia de la planta de les falles. (That is the day that the workers start to build them. Cartoon, paper and wooden. Because the last day they will burn them).

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The best thing to do is leave you car home and take the train. From Nules to Valencia 50 minutes.

First contact with Valencia was “La Mascleta” and a walk around the streets.

And after the day started the night with old friends. First as a good Valencianos we celebrated ST Patrick’s day with beer earlier and with Red wine and jamon.

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After the first stop in  “la feria del jamon” the night around Valencia started.

 

You cannot go to bed early with a hot chocolate with “xurros, porres or buyols”. There is Always a friend or a couple of them who drink more beer but always as a good friend making company.

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Time to go home and sleep a few hours you cannot lose your time sleeping, we are in “Falles”.

You have to be ready in the morning, if you have a handover you cannot say anything, because your friends will taunt you as a loser.

Ready for the 2nd day. 16th March. “El ninot idultat”.  Every cartoon structure has a piece saved from the fire, called “Ninot indultat”.

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To eat in the restaurant is very cheap and the food good, the problem is to find a table and then a seat.

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Who wants to wait when you can eat and drink on the street sitting in some place? Well, you have to find a place to sit may be on the floor too. It is not an easy.

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Lucky people always find a place after drinking a couple beers in the street.

 

Negrito time arrived. Negrito is a bar twhich we are always visit in Fallas.  It is a meeting point on 16th March in the afternoon/evening. And that is when you leave the beers to start with the run. Run with sprit, please.

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I didn’t stay all night because the day after I went to the cousin’s wedding and my mother told me: Marisol, do whatever you want, but please you have to be perfect at 10 am. Of course mummy you know me. I will be perfect and on time like always.

3rd day. 17th March.I didn’t go to Fallas, but I was perfect for the weeding, that started at 10am and finish late that night. ( While writing this I feel tired. That was 4 years ago. Could I do it again?)

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4th day. 18th  March. “La nit del foc”.

Being human, I needed a day off to rest. I couldn’t move from home, but there is always a moment to celebrate something. My old untie’s birthday. (I took off my pyjama before the photo, and because my mother told me).

 

5th day. 19th. “La crema”. Sant Josep. Father’s day.

As a tradition I love to enjoy a day with my sister and my mother in Fallas. It was a sister’s day. We walked around all streets of Valencia enjoying that moment together. Like the true Nuleros that we are, we always find some friend among the people. I think we can smell each other.

 

There is Always a moment to take energy. She loves sweets and I love chocolate.

 

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We didn’t wait until “la crema”, but we arrived on time to watch it on the TV. It is not the same, but to finish those days with your family at home, it is not a bad plan.

The next week I visited my town friends and family. I had a very great time, I could be writing a several pages more, but just I want to show you a dinner that a couple friends made for me. We are from the same town, but we came to know each other from our university days. He is a great architect and a very expert chef at home, who takes care about all details. His wife is like a sun. Please, don’t ask me their name, because I will keep it a secret. Enjoy it!!!

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Thank you very much!!!

It was time to close the Rome Chapter and open the Dublin Chapter, but not before to visiting my place.

A friend dropped me at the airport this time. Where is my flight? I couldn’t see it on the scream! Excuse me, this is my flight, showing the ticket. You are late, you have missed the flight. Your flight was at 9am, not at 9pm.

What? It was the first time that I missed a flight. The funny thing is that the next day there was strike and there were not flights. My flight was to arrive in Rome Thursday night.

The plan was:

Friday:  go to the studio during the day. Dinner with my colleagues.

Saturday: Packing and Dinner with friends.

Sunday: Relax enjoying the last day in Rome.

Monday: early morning. From Rome to Dublin.

But my new flight was on Sunday and all my family made sure that I caught the flight.

 

Didn’t I mention earlier that I love my family?

 

Rome.From Rome to Valencia

 

My parents were planning to visit me. The perfect long weekend is one before “Fallas” ( Valencia festival) and cousin’s wedding. So we will take off together to Valencia. My parents didn’t know that I would take almost all my baggage back to Nules, yet.

We enjoyed a lot together on the cobblestone streets together. I was very happy with my daddy and mummy in Rome. You know? Love is amazing!

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I remember a lot of anecdotes, but I won’t forget my mummy’s face when she saw the Pope of Rome (Benedicto XVI) saying mass out of the Vatican.

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Family: I am leaving Rome for Dublin. My parents look at me awaiting an interesting explanation. Its a long story I will tell you with time. We have time right now, they said.

I love Rome, lovely Rome, beautiful Rome, cobblestone Rome… Just Rome!

With my parents from Rome to Valencia.