My time in Barcelona was quite interesting and It has taken me 4 days finally filter everything and write this entry about my experience of Barcelona. Here we go...mesothelioma attorneys san diegoIt all began when 4 months ago when my Aunt found out that I was going to Europe and since she's in Madrid she wanted to make sure that I would be looked after thoroughly when I go there. So, she organized my accommodation in Barcelona and also a flight to Paris from Barcelona, all through her friend in Barcelona, who has business in travel agency and restaurants. My aunt insisted that I do not have to pay for those and it would be disrespectful if I tried to pay her back (way to pull the asian parenting card :P) Fast track to the 23rd of June, I arrived in Barcelona Sants from Madrid in the morning On the wall of my room in BarcelonaOn the wall of my room in Barcelona. I tried to call my correspondent, no one picked up. Ten minutes later someone called me, from the voice I could tell it was an elderly Chinese man, and he gave me the instruction to how to reach the pick-up point. After 2 metro trains I arrived at Navas (pronounced as nabas), he wasn't there yet, so I tried to call him, since I was getting tired lugging 25KG worth of stuff on me for the last 40 minutes. He never picked up and after another 20 minutes he showed up. I was already drenched in sweat and my trapezius were pretty much numb at that point. You would expect that he might apologize for being late and making me wait in the sun for so long, but all he did was, without opening his mouth, finger-gestured me to follow him. He took me for a walk around the neighbourhood where I suppose to stay, so I could not be polite anymore, and finally told him to bring me to the accommodation ASAP since I was about to faint (no breakfast that morning because we all overslept and nearly missed my train to Barcelona from Spain)Eventually I was lead to this apartment, he gave me the key and asked m e to open the door. Weird. As soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by the odour of the apart, it was reeking stench like hell, and hot and smothering. First there was the bathroom, full of hairs on the floor and in the sink, the flush of the toilet doesn't work, which I found out later. Great. He walked me to my room, which was a small room just enough to have a single bed and a small bench for putting my netbook on it. I could not even fit my backpack in my room, that's how small it was! Guess where the window of my room opens to? The elevator shaft. Yep, my room would smell like burning rubber and cable when I try to open the window It's too smallIt's too small
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