The Spanish Apartment

The Spanish ApartmentThe following lines are taken from the movie The Spanish Apartment (L’Auberge espagnole) and spoken by the main character, Xavier. They match my experience quite closely – I love travelling and I think my vagabond blood is inherited from my grandfather, who dared to sail down from China and moved to Sumatra, and on to Java in early 1900’s.

Places that I’ve visited now slipped quite comfortably after the towns and areas where I have lived/studied/worked … Kalverstraat, Orchard Road, Rundle Mall, Kiaracondong, Karl Johansgate, Kreuzberg, Sudirman, Hindmarsh Square, Gamla Stan, Dhobi Ghaut, …

First you see streets in perspective with meaningless buildings, all new and foreign.

Later, you’ll walk right to the end of the streets. You’ll know the place and share it with others. Having lived here, you’ll have been on that street 10, 20, 1000 times.

Urquinaona … Paseo de Gracia …

You’ve lived in it, so it all belongs to you. That’s what was about to happen, but I didn’t know it. Urquinaona – it sounded vaguely Sioux, and joined the list of names that somehow stuck in my brain. Urquinaona has slipped in next to Mouffetard, Bondouffle, Ponto Combo, Marole en Hurpois, Mandelieu la Napoule and Knock les Out. It has become normal, familiar.


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I've finally relented to the lures of blogging - and for those who care, well, I'm a self-confessed geek who's a wanderer at heart, who thinks and analyses too much, and who's trying hard to hold on to his 7-year old inner persona.

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