Zaragoza

City Tour by Accident Monday, nothing unusual. Work, project, routine. Afterwards, my girlfriend picked me up — and I accidentally became a tour guide. We wandered through the city centre until we found ourselves standing in front of the Catedral-Basílica. I tried to remember what our guide Diego had told us during the first week about the square and the cathedral — and did my best to pass on the highlights. Then I showed her the two bombs inside, along with the impact craters still visible in the ceiling today. ...

Sometimes a day is just a day. No big experience, no grand revelation — and yet, somehow, something always happens. Settling into the Routine Slept short, got up slow. The day started at its own pace. One thing stood out right away: the tram to work is more relaxed than expected. Get on, sit down, get off — done. No transfers, no long walks. Compared to my previous place, that’s already a small win. ...

Sometimes you forget you’re only living somewhere temporarily — until you pack your bags again. Wednesday was moving day. I had to vacate the transitional apartment by 5 PM, so I wrapped up early, cleaned, tidied — left it the way I’d found it. Then the taxi came. The new place is a student hotel: lots of rooms, lots of students, far less anonymity than before. That has its advantages. On the other hand, the room is smaller, the kitchenette covers the basics — and a few things are still missing. No pot, no kitchen cloth. Small things, but you notice them right away. ...

First Day, First Impressions After the chaos of the journey, sleep came quickly that evening – and deeply. Tomorrow would be the first real day. Monday morning. First bus, first agency, first conversation in Spanish. Elena from Mundus welcomed me warmly and gave me a brief introduction to Zaragoza: where I’d be working, what to expect, what I still needed to know. The coworking space is conveniently located on the same street – an office I’ll share with other students from time to time. ...

Between Berlin and Zaragoza My day started off more stressful than planned. I actually knew that the clocks were going forward an hour during the night. No problem, I thought to myself. My smartphone changes the time automatically. Perfect, then. Where I went wrong: I assumed the time change happens at midnight. Instead, I was woken up at 1:50 AM – and ten minutes later, it was suddenly 3:00 AM. ...