Nothing good happens after midnight.
Except my ideas. Important, life-changing ideas.
I think I have found one possible answer of what to do after graduation.
Now, I have had an idea of what to do a few years after graduation, but that job will start 8 months later. I have been thinking and thinking (and thinking) about what to do during that awkward months. I know for sure that I don’t want to stay here, so the answer is going abroad, for another temporary job. We will see.
As for the study abroad, or rather the post-study abroad, my plans are almost consolidated. I will hear whether or not I will the scholarship on February 28th, which is fast approaching. Although the scholarship is sure as heck important, I think it will not have significant effects on the last steps of my plan. I won’t announce them now because, well, I’m a bit dramatic and very much superstitious.
I will say that whatever I have been plotting requires some communication via e-mail. For some relevant reasons that have to do with Marc Marquez, all my e-mails have been sent to someone, somewhere in Catalonia. The first one, as I have mentioned in the previous post, was sent to a hostel in a middle of nowhere, requesting more information about the price. I tried to be as polite as possible, even apologizing for my broken written Spanish. Then I went on and on about how much I would love to spend some time there and that I very much am looking forward to an important event that is happening in August. Can you imagine my disappointment when all I received back was one sentence? “El precio es de 25 por noche” (“The price is from 25 euros per night”). That’s it. THAT-IS-IT. The e-mail did not even begin with “Dear…” or even a “Hello…” Just that one sentence and then a first name.
The second e-mail is….how do I say…historic and unforgettable, but the best of all was that it was unexpected. You may not see this coming (ha, right), but I have recently applied for a membership of the Official Marc Marquez Fan Club that is based in his hometown. Somehow I have managed to submit a payment without the registration form going through, because I thought that I could fill it out and that go to make the payment and the form would be automatically submitted, but no. So that is how I got a super kind and caring e-mail from the president of the club, Marc’s uncle. You read that right, his U-N-C-L-E – as in the one by blood. Ok, I don’t know what I’m talking about, I’m still excited to this day. This is what I got:
We received paypal payment, but we have not received the registration form?
You Might fill?
After giving the first impression to my most favorite man’s uncle that I am a careless idiot, I gathered up courage and replied: