My flight back to Barcelona got in late and I shelled out for a taxi. When the driver turned onto my street he asked me the Spanish equivalent of "Why the hell do you live here?" I actually like the neighborhood (and, for the record I found myself missing a lot of things about Barcelona while I was gone), but it's also true that it's cheap and I'm not really employed right now. I didn't tell him that, partly because I don't really need to justify my choice of apartment to taxi drivers, but mostly because in two weeks I feel like I completely forgot how to speak Spanish. Hopefully it comes back quickly.
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