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So here I am for the past 3 weeks, at the south of Spain in a small city called Cartagena. I have to admit that I’m impressed by the city and the people and the way of life. Everything functions on “tomorrow” system and at first, I really liked it. A few days ago, when I was at university again, the people couldn’t agree on what papers do I need to carry with me and they were sending me all over from the Rectorado to the Secretaria. At the end, I was just laughing.

I live in an apartment with 2 guys. One of them is a local policeman and has a pet, ferret. He speaks English so we talk quite a bit. The other one works in the museum and is so called Murcia patriot. He doesn’t speak English and that’s a reason we say hello to each other and that’s quite all. Ok, I understand Spanish but the vocabulary is the other thing and I have problems forming the sentences without words. But I’m learning and few people told me that I speak quite well for just 3 weeks spent here.

The most interesting thing is that here are people from almost the whole world. In Residence Hall I met a man from Costa Rica, my roommate is from Canary Islands and the other roommate is from Murcia. One Erasmus friend is from France and he’s dating a girl from Portugal. One girl is from Romania. And so on.

The weather is a bit fuzzy (if that’s the right expression), one day it was 23 degrees Celsius and today it’s foggy and 14.

I cook for myself, I wash my clothes and iron them, I work and I clean up the flat once and a while. It’s nice here. I really like it. There are 68 days more in front of me and I have to take the best from my Erasmus exchange.