I’m coming right out of the movie, tears in my eyes, and the only words that are coming out of my mouth are: amazing, moving, touching. The movie relates the story of a famous country singer with a fading career, who falls for a girl with an undiscovered talented singing voice, whom he met in […]Read More Movie: A Star Is Born
Do you know that girl who always has a crush, or several ones at the same time, which change like every week, and who you can only hear talk about boys, boys, boys? Well, that’s me. I was already giving kisses to the cute guy of my class by the age of three, sending love […]Read More They call me boy-crazy, so what?
“This is a golden rule: do not fuck your flatmates,” said my sister before I even made a step in Barcelona. Why seems a simple question to answer to – you do not want to be in the awkward situation where you have to walk around the boy who broke your heart in the likely […]Read More Oops – I fell in love with my flatmate
My cooking experience came really close to my laundry experience which was about… none. Okay that’s not very exact, I did have some experience like pasta, or crepes, or chocolate cake – that’s about it really. Anyways, the kitchen was equipped with a gas stove – something I had never used, and was definitely afraid […]Read More Cooking disaster: how not to
As I took my little wings and started to fly out of the nest I… quickly realised I didn’t know how to do anything. My mum, God bless her, always did everything for me. Like, literally. Even my breakfast in the morning, even waking up in the morning she did that for me too. Anyways […]Read More Laundry disaster
I’m part of the lucky ones, and I sincerely hope you do to, because my dad paid (well, he still does actually) for my room, and gave me money each month to survive in Barcelona. Here’s how we calculated how much I’d roughly need per month (excluding the rent, which covered electricity, water, gas, internet, […]Read More My Barcelona monthly budget
My first thought when opening the door to my new flat was: this is shit. I imagined my flat and the building to be like what I saw in my sister’s flat: a beautiful Haussmann style façade with a big heavy door at the entrance, old floors and superb ceiling mouldings, along with a modern […]Read More My flatmates became my bestmates