d(^_^)b—els Weblog

Yawns) It’s another beautiful day in Barcelona. The weather man said that it would be a bit warmer out today, but it seems so cold in my apartment. I wonder if my heater is working. There’s always something not working in my apartment. First, it was the lights that flicker on and off, the broken door, and then now my heater. I don’t know much about fixing these things, therefore, I must just work and deal with what I have.

(Takes a screw driver to help open the door to the bathroom)

It’s the second of week of school, and I already feel tired. Most of my schoolwork are time consuming. I put a lot of my time finishing up papers, reading for the lectures, and preparing for laboratory experiments. My only inspiration and motive that keeps me going are the goals I have set and determine to achieve. I hope to someday work at a clinic in South America with my degree in Nursing. But, in order to get to that point in my life, I must first persevere and deal with the shit my professors put me through! Okay, maybe that wasn’t very nice, but IT’S TRUE! haha.

“Buenas Dias, Leria!” Again, the owner of the coffee shop has a cup of coffee to offer me. It’s funny how he prepares this complimentary beverage, when I refuse to drink it. But, I think this time, I must at least accept the coffee. Besides, I truly need it.

“Gracias.” I took my cup of warm coffee. Yes, it was warm and not hot. I wonder if the coffe has been sitting in his cafe for a long time. I sat at one of the tables. The one facing the fountain located at the corner of the street. I remember sitting at this very spot when I first step foot in Barcelona. I was looking for my apartment, but I couldn’t find it. I went into the cafe to ask for directions. The owner immediately handed me a cup of coffee! But that time it was hot from the pot. I’m not much of a coffee drinker, but I took it anyway to be polite. I sat at the same table facing the fountain at the corner of the street. I thought to myself that it was the start of a new beginning for me and I was determined to make sure everything worked out.

As I took a sip from my close to cold coffee, I heard someone yelling all of a sudden. I turned around and it was the man from the school. I finally got a closer look at this “creature.” He was wearing a white jacket, black pants, and a gray shirt. He may have a nice sense of style, but his attitude was completely the opposite. He yelled at the owner of the cafe, complaining about his warm coffee. The owner was as polite as he can be and wasn’t able to understand every word of his complaint because he was was hard at hearing. No matter how many times the owner apologized, he didn’t not listen.

I don’t like his attitude. I don’t like his tone of voice. And, most of all I don’t like he’s ruining my morning! I got up, took my now cold coffee, and walked over to the arrogant man. I asked what he was complaining about after the owner had apologized. He said that it was not my business. Of course, he said this in Spanish, but he continued yelling, and this time, he was yelling at me. He talked fast, and I couldn’t keep up with his words. I’m sure if I took out my dictionary to help me translate what he said, I would look like a total idiot in front of this arrogant “creature.” I decided to just politely keep quiet and let the man speak. But through his jumble of Spanish words, I found myself completely lost and speechless. However, I heard him say, “ignorante.” I sure hope he wasn’t referring to me or the owner as ignorant. But, it doesn’t matter his tone of voice and choice of words said it all, and I had enough. I grabbed my cold coffee and dumped it on his head. The coffee dripped down his face and into his white jacket. He was speechless. But I thought to myself that he should be thankful. Thankful that it wasn’t hot coffee.