Moules frites



Je ne parle pas français!!

but.. as I said before... words are not needed . Is enough with a bit of China martini, a couple of cheese and chorizo galletes and you, my dream team!
With all this one can make a big party in the metro station or in the elevator!
The most important return since the return of le chat noir!! the return of the dream team! (and friends)
Salut Sarah, Antoine, Julie, Morgane and Vincent! Nice to see you again. Thanks for this 4 days under the rain.



























































































































































Me, I like France

No words needed...
Streets of Paris... I went there to make the Erasmus feeling burn again and the entire universe seemed to agree with that feeling. All was like a big dejà vu. Including Julie's room, a copy of Korallen, and the Roskilde carpet.

The weather remembered me a lot the cloudy and rainy days (even though really beautiful) in Copenhagen and the amazing skies after raining.
Cold, wind ... no umbrellas... coming back home completely wet, frozen and sick.
Galletes as a breakfast, lunch and dinner. Butter and brie cheese. Blue tower diet. Beers for 6 euro.
Is it that Paris is somehow like Copenhagen? or is just an optical illusion,because I'm with you, the dream team, and everything looks like before.
























































































































































Naeste station: Argentina

Collapse...
My heart missed a beat... I'm in front of the list of accepted students in the University of Buenos Aires. And I have a place.
I lie down in my bed and I think how can this change my life. I feel scared, happy, sad, excited, confused...
Because Denmark is so close, and Argentina is 15 hours by plane far away.
One can always come back: Tarragona, my village, my friends, my loves.
But one year and thousands of kilometers can finish with a lot of things... but this is part of the process, part of the new adventure.
How big is the sea! in this picture I feel like I can see the curve of the world in it. And then I think that from here and Argentina there's a full ocean... and I feel panic.
A fortune cookie said: don't feel afraid to change direction in life. I will feel afraid, but I won't refuse this opportunity.


El mar es tan grande... en esta foto incluse me parece ver la curva del mundo en él. Y luego pienso que de Argentina me separa un océano entero. Y me entra el pánico.
Pero ahora estoy delante las listas de aceptados en la Universidad de Buenos Aires. Cruzo los dedos y...
Mi vida da un vuelco: me han dado plaza!
Me tumbo en la cama e imagino como va a cambiar mi vida eso. Siento miedo, alegria, tristeza, nervios, felicidad, dudas, confusión. Porque Dinamarca esta a tiro de piedra... y Argentina a 15 horas en avión.
Y siempre queda volver... Tarragona, el pueblo, mis amigos, mis amores.
Pero un año y miles de quilómetros se pueden llevar tantas cosas por delante... Pero forma parte de la aventura. La confusión es parte del proceso.
Argentina! allá voy!

Mentorrr


Everybody knows the feeling: "SOS! I'm back from an Erasmus!!" Everybody knows that it could be kinda difficult to readapt yourself to the normal life... but I love my normal life, just because it's anormal.
And I have my own way to become an Erasmus again... YEs! I'm a Mentor!
We have an IC club. I'm there and for sure we have our own Barret, but a moderate one.. and there's also another Big Julie, there's a crazy Tibo, there's a Cecile, a Carmine and a some (fucking) Danish people with their Danish rules...
After being an erasmus, and seeing it from the other side, I think that I can believe in the parallel universe.

[Si, todo el mundo que ha estado de Erasmus conoce esa sensación: "Socorro! he vuelto de Erasmus! que hago ahora?"
Y todo el mundo sabe que a veces es dificil readaptarse a la vida normal. Pero a mi me encanta mi vida normal, porque es anormal.
Y tengo mi propia manera de revivir el Erasmus.... sí, soy una Mentor!
Tenemos nuestro IC club con nuestra Barret particular (aunque moderada), hay una big Julie, un crazy Tibo, un Carmine, una Cecile y hasta algunos daneses con sus normas danesas.
Después de ser un Erasmus, y verlo ahora des del otro lado, creo que empiezo a tener fe en el universo paralelo.]