Culture Shock, Expat Focus blogs, Humour

Navidad, Navidad, Crappy Navidad!

Okay, Christmas in Sevilla is not crappy, it’s not as special as it is back in London, but it’s not crappy. It’s just that I’ve adopted my own version of the song ‘Navidad, Navidad, Dulce Navidad.” My wife tuts when I sing it, and fair enough it’s not the most jovial song for Christmas, but it’s become my anthem at this time of year.

Just like my trip home at Xmas. Photo by Puzzler4879
Just like my trip home at Xmas.
Photo by Puzzler4879

I love Christmas: stuffing my face full of goodies, gathering with friends and family, and barging people out the way in the shops. Last year I celebrated Christmas in Seville. It was my first time, and probably won’t be the last time, but I much prefer it at back home. Mainly because I’m with my own family and mates, but also because it’s just a bit more special back in England.

I did enjoy Christmas in Seville, and there are a lot of reasons why it can be special. To read more check out my latest article for Expat Focus titled You Can’t Beat Christmas with your own Kind.  

To have a look at my other articles for Expat Focus have a look at my Columnist Page.

Hope you all have a great Christmas. Be back in the New Year!

Annoying things in Spain, Humour

Why are housemates so weird? Part 2

My next roomy, Pedro, was not potty in the slightest, especially compared to the last two. He was an art student, loved football, and had even adopted Spurs as his preferred English team (okay, maybe that is a bit barmy).

The Alameda, where all the crazy housemates gathered. Photo by Juan G.
The Alameda, where all the crazy housemates gathered.
Photo by Juan G.

His high level of English added to our male bonding. We could have a beer, hang out and talk about travelling and Spain, and we even had a couple of parties. Also, we could both sit in the lounge together, doing our own stuff, and not aggravate one another. Our humour was the same too. He understood sarcasm and irony and we could laugh about the same things and take the piss out of each other easily. Even my girlfriend thought he was a reasonable chap, probably because he never tried it on with her.

That’s why I was gutted when Pedro announced he was leaving. He had only been there two months and was starting to enter my list of top ten people I’d lived with around the world. He would probably have sneaked into the top five had he not gone home. You see Pedro, or Pete as he preferred to be called by his mates, was not actually Spanish, but from Norway. Continue reading “Why are housemates so weird? Part 2”