My trip (chapter 1)

EN: Warning: This post is over two years old, so it's possible that the views, opinions, links or instructions reflected on it do not correspond with the way I think now or the way things currently work. I have evolved (and so have the World and the Internet), so it might be advisable to just take this entry for a glimpse into the (my) past. :)

ES: Atención: Este artículo tiene más de dos años de antigüedad, de modo que los puntos de vista, opiniones e instrucciones que se vierten en él pueden no corresponder con cómo pienso ahora o cómo funcionan las cosas en la actualidad. He evolucionado (y también lo han hecho el mundo e Internet), así que probablemente lo más recomendable sería entender esta entrada como un simple reflejo del (de mi) pasado. :)

So, in order to satisfy some visitor’s curiosity I will relate what I’ve been up to between the 24th of July and the 5th of August ;)

First of all I must say that this is my first summer in a long time (and probably the last one :P) without nothing really important to do, and in theory my plans for the summer were the following: going first to Amsterdam with my godmother and a friend of hers and, after that, travelling by Interrail around the UK and Ireland with a so-called mate of mine :P We were supposed to be around the UK & Ireland between the 7th and the 19th of August, and I had been preparting everything since May.

My so-called mate hadn’t called me or anything since the 11th of July (it was HIS idea doing the Interrail thing: I have already visited England 5 times, and though I’d like to visit other places in the UK, I only said “yes” because HE was really interested in finding a partner for the trip and HE was going to pay for the lodgement we would need since I was going to be his translator in exchange :P). Suddenly this guy didn’t seem to be interested in the trip any
longer (I sms him and try to get through him about 5 hundred times without response), so my parents begun to think I was making everything up to go on my own (they were almost guessing the truth, by the way, I was getting tired of the unresponsible behaviour of this guy and I had begun to think about going on my own ;)), I am 24, yes, but my parents (specially my mother) are still being “my boss” so they discouraged me to go on with the arrangements for the trip, and when I say “discourage” I mean ‘no financial help in case you can’t pay everything you will spend’… Witty trick :( I don’t earn that much. Incidentally, that guy phoned me YESTERDAY (yes, 8th of August) saying “he had forgotten about the trip” :O ABOUT ****ING TIME!!!

Anyway, my godmother was “still there” in July and she phoned me the 23rd of July asking me to go to Madrid -where she lives- the day after: the 24th of July (our saint’s day in case you are interested in knowing that detail: I’m not such a catholic but it’s tradicional celebrating it here) because her friend would know the dates of our journey to Amsterdam the 25th of July (national day of Galicia in case you want to know that detail too, and yes: each Autonomous Community in Spain has got a “national day”), and our departure day should be either the 26th or the 27th.

It was raining when I catch the train to Madrid… The last rainy day so far in the usually rainy Galicia…

When I was in the train, my godmother phoned me telling that her friend called too late to the travel agency, so she couldn’t get tickets to Amsterdam… :(

[To be continued if someone is really interested in knowing what happened afterwards :D]