My roommates are a Catalan guy and a girl from Burgos. (We're still looking for a fourth). The girl is 23 and just moved here (to study) last week. Once she gets her bearings she'll be a lot more at home here than I am, being Spanish and all*, but for now she's kind of intimidated by a city that's a lot bigger than anywhere she's ever lived and she asks me tons of questions. It's cute, and about as motherly as I get. The Catalan guy sings along with Manu Chao and painted "
La Vigorosita" on his bike.
Having roommates blows in all the usual ways, but this is about learning Spanish, not about having my own space. And sometimes when they cook they share. I'm doing my usual part by supplying the beer.
* Catalunya and the rest of Spain are nowhere near as different as Catalunya and, say, the United States are, no matter what anyone who moves here from some other part of Spain might try to tell you. Trust me.
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