Trip in France, Portugal and Spain

Posted by Yuka as Hot Cities

The first half of Dec I had quite a lot of adventures in my trip to France, Portugal and Spain. There were several ineresting adventures which encourages me to explore more in the future and have confidence within myself.

When I arrived the airport in Paris and got off the plane, I took a bus to the nearest metro station. 5 minutes after I got off the bus and went to the window to buy the day ticket with my funny French, I realized that I missed something with me, Yes! My red purse was not with me! It must be still in the bus, I quickly ran to the bus, Thank god! It’s the final stop the bus line, but the bus was about to leave. I went to the Driver, he smiled at me with one hand raising my purse, wow! alles gut!

Lisbon and Porto were so beauiful, and people were so nice and joyful. In the night the young people just went out having fun on the streets or in a bar dancing, flirting and chatting. I started to miss Jeff. I did not know what’s wrong with me, why I was always unhappy, why I was so hesitating, life is supposed to be joyful. But I lived in a unhappy well, and never breathed the happy air. People helped me on the way, so schoen Landschaft!

In Santiago I have met my English friend and chatted quite a lot about many things. felt like going back to China again, it’s a home-like feeling.

In Madrid, I lived in the Mad Hotel, which is a hotel for back-packers, a lot of young people staying there and everything is cool, it’s also quite cheap. An Indian guy from US asked me out in the night, but later he just joined another group for eating. I kind disliked his behavior but never mind, I did not want to destroy my good mood for fun. My two roommates were from Argentina, who spoke very limited English. but they were very nice and friendly, they were travelling for one months, obviously they were from quite rich families. They were happy and fast, I liked them a lot, one of them gave me a goodbye kiss, I hope that I could also be so easy-going, open and free, just so different. There were a lot of American students living in the hotel, well, progressive, agressive and confident, relaxed and easy-going with their particular North American accent, this is how I identified them. Well, I wish I could be confident like them, but also not be humble as the way I am. Really I sensed a lot from the environment. I think I should really go to US and latin America, there I will become certain about many things in myself. Yes, I will go with Jeff to Jamaica.

I was supposed to take the night bus from Madrid to barcelona. But when I arrive the bus station, people told me that all the night buses were suspended because of the snow on the way. What? I did not know where to go. I did not want to go to a hotel, because I should save some money for barcelona. One African guy sat near me, and obviously his friend had sent him to the bus station and he was very sportive, good-looking and very fit. I was thinking, oh! this African guy is attractive! His friend talked with me in Spanish, I did not understand, by gesture I got to know that he was asking for the time, I showed him the time, then soon he left. The attractive guy started to talk wih me, in English! Then I got to know that he played football in Italy and now he is playing in Barcelona. Oh, ineresting! He asked about my life. He asked my mobile phone number, well, I gave him because he was so cute. Then I told him that the buses were suspended, he quickly made a phoone call to his friend. Soon his friend came back, and they were ready to leave, he asked me:”you don’t go?” “Well, I have no place to go, I will stay here til tomorrow.” They talked in Spanish for some time, then he told me:”you can go with us.” Somehow this was what I wished, but still I was a little scared and worried.He said:”if you do not want to go, you can stay here.” I decided to go with them finally. His friend, who turns out to be his cousin, made a phone call to his friend in Madrid, and managed to find a place for me to stay for the night. We left.One the way, he told me, his name is Thierno, and he loves me,asked whether I loved him or not. I said I do not love him, and I asked why you love me. He said he does not know, it’s his heart. I also do not understand at all. Different mentality, different psychology. He asked whether I would like to marry him. I said no, now not, and I do not know, but I like you alot. He kissed me, later I went to his cousin’s friends’ flat with his cousin and he stayed in his cousin’s place. The night was exciting, but nothing terrible really happened,and the next morning, his cousin sentme to the bus station. I told him that Thierno wanted to go with me to Barcelona ogether, so we should contact with Thierno and asked him to come. He could not understand me, he only speak Spanish and French, but my poor French is not enough to let me know what I mean. I have no money in my mobile any more. I gave up, and wrote a note to Thierno, asking his cousin to give it back to him. Later I have never seen Thierno any more. but he called me several times when I arrived Barcelona, and after I arrived Berlin. He complained that I did not contact with him, and he missed me. I am confused, but I like him.

The next day, when I arrived the bus station with his cousin, his cousin was very sleepy, I asked him to go back, and I will wait in the queue in front of the information desk. He waited with me for some time, it was too slow, finally he could no hold on any more, and he said “ciao” to me and went back.I kept waiting, the a Chinese guy who spoke very loud Spanish came, I asked him whether he spoke Chinese, he said yes. I asked him to translate for me when it’s my turn to ask the information desk. He agreed. So, there I got to know that I can only take the bus at 14 o’clock. That’s so stupid! He suggested that I can go with him and his accompany to the train station to catch the train. I agreed, I asked the bus company to return money to me and then left with him. He ran a Chinese restaurant in zaragoza, a Spanish city. He talks very loud, and he quarrelled with a Spanish woman, criticizing that she did not wait in the line, very loudly, and the woman also got very angry at him. he acted like it’s in his own country, I admired that, but he behaved like a woman.

We arrived at the railway station, we went to buy ticket. It’s my turn, 106 euros for the trip from Madrid to Barcelona, but I only had 100 euros. I offered my credit card to pay, but it does not work, then I asked him to borrow me some money, before he answered, a guy next to me, in another line, said, I pay for you. I said thank you very much. He said, you are welcome, it’s nothing. I said, give me your contact information, I will return you the money when I got back, he said, no, not necessary. I said, yes, I should. Then he spoke some spanish to the ticket lady, and gave her his id card and credit card, soon the ticket came out, it’s 150 euros, I saw it, and asked him in panic, what’s going on, she told me 106 euros, but now it’s 150 euros! He was very relaxed, and said: I bought you the first class ticket. I asked for his email address, and I insisted, he could not refuse and he gave me his name card. So, it turned out that he is the president of a company, and it has branches in many countries. But he was only 29 years old. In the train, I went to his wagen and talked with him for some time, well, yes, he is a super smart guy, and he is good at playing games about money in this world. I am lucky.