When I finally got myself together yesterday and decided to leave the house, Papa explained to me in clear catalan how to get to the train station. So lovely of him. So I went and on the train, the ticket-guy didn’t even notice me, so I got a free ride. Oh, Girona is so lovely! Not too big, not too small. I took a walk on the town wall and enjoyed it so much. I also went and kissed that certain ass of that lioness to be sure to return one day. The jewish district was impressive, too. Why not move to Girona? It is conveniently a ryanair flight distance from Estonia.
In the evening while cooking I found out why Ruso is using couchsurfing. Yeah, as a dating site. That is why he told me he doesn’t host just one-nighters. I said, sorry dude, this is weird for me and he was civilized enough to accept my „no“. The evening was ok, but now that he is at work again I just HAVE to escape. But Papa is out here again. How will I go now with my big backpack when he knows that I should stay some more days?
Papa came to chat again. He spent eternity to explain that if I need anything I should just come and ask him. Then another eternity he used to make sure that I have eaten and that I know where the eggs are. The third eternity he stressed that a week in Barcelona is way too much, three days is quite enough and I should stay with them for more, that he likes it when I’m there. I think he was worried that his 30 year old son hasn’t got a family yet.
Why do you torture me? Don’t you see how uncomfortable I feel when you try to speak with me? I almost burst into tears in the toilet because of one of his another tries to chat with me. The time went by, the trains kept leaving for Barcelona, but the Papa was still there, didn’t even go outside anymore. Just to bring me a watermelon and other goodies. How can I just pick up my bag now and leave? Ok then, I will wait for Ruso and explain to him why I need to go.
It was already seven o’clock and we were still sitting in awkward silence with Paps. Then something in me made me pick up my bag and say „Yo… para Barcelona ahora“ He was quite surprised, but gave me a ride to the station. Damn. I left Ruso a little note why I felt it to be necessary for me to leave. The train ticket was 7.90 and I am sooo short on money. At least I am at Juan’s now and don’t need to worry about sleeping at some stranger’s place for a while. Maybe by one week I have regained my faith in couchsurfing.
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