Tagged with spanish

Mi grapadora roja…

Mi grapadora roja…

We have a grapadora problem in the office.  There is a limited supply and they always seem to disappear or jam.  People with staplers get a little possessive over them – or maybe its just me and my only child syndrome.  One day, I tried making a Milton grapadora roja joke at work, but it fell completely flat … Continue reading

Besos y abrazos…

Besos y abrazos…

One day during lunch, my coworkers and I were discussing religion.   Yes, a taboo topic amongst co-workers in America, but this is Spain – with the exception of perhaps Franco – nothing is really off limits.  Specifically, we were talking about the conservative nature of the Muslim religion.  My co-worker (of the XY variety) then … Continue reading

When tío doesn’t mean uncle…

When tío doesn’t mean uncle…

While my Spanish has improved a thousand fold since my arrival, this past weekend I had a brief encounter which reminded me that every day is still a school day. My friend and I were about to leave the club when this guy asked me to dance.  It was 5am, my feet hurt, and I … Continue reading

Lets go have a café…

Lets go have a café…

It is Monday morning and as per usual of my life in Barcelona, I went to bed too late and woke up too early.  I am in desperate need of a café.  During my first few weeks at work I continued my same morning routine from New York in Barcelona.  I would arrive at the … Continue reading

Es lo que hay…

Es lo que hay…

I am a little late in starting this blog.  I had this grand idea of becoming a blogger upon landing in Barcelona and capturing all those funny ex pat moments one experiences when moving to a new country and being immersed in a new language and culture -like that awkward moment on my first day … Continue reading