City Hall Saturday

I visited today the Belfast City Hall. It is one important spot in the city because is the center of city center.

Despite of its only 100 yr, the City Hall looks much older as you can see in the pictures:

There are more photos. If you click in any of the previous you will go to the gallery.

Finally, I want to talk about some experiments that Pasi and me are making on the kitchen. Sometimes you win, sometimes you loose, but the result is eatable most of the times. And this are the best great success! of the Finispañola food:

Drunk chicken with pasta.

Unnamed dish. Too hungry to choose a name.

Non-stop Saturday

This Saturday was also very long. It was programmed a trip to the Giants Causeway, but I couldn't get any tickets because when I managed to contact with the people in charge in time.

For that reason I wasn't expecting get up early in the morning and I had got late to the bed. But Bartek, one polish guy, woke me up at 7:30 because other guy gave up his ticket for the trip.

We were travelling, taking photos and eating ice creams from 8 to 5. There are some of the photos. If you want to see the rest of them press in any and you will be in my flickr account. There are all the photos. Enjoy!

Then, we had a lunch in a presbiterian church --with our own food. And we visited the nearest city and tasted the best ice cream in Northern Ireland. Also we took some shoots of the castle:

It was very funny but I was a little bit tired and I rest for one hour before the main course of the day: Bartek's birthday. This is the result of the preparations:

The party was also amusing, these are pictures of the people in our kitchen. After that we went to the club Fly where we met a frendly Irish guy which studies also in Queens.

In conclusion, a day full of activities!

Freshers Wellcome Week

The first week was plenty of new things, places, people and university wellcome acts.
Maybe there are too much new stuff!

When I arrived to my place my first thought was It is like a jail! but now I am used.

Some photos:

My verrry first friends in Belfast are some kindly Finnish people that you can see in the next picture (click to see who is who). In fact, I am spending so much time with them that I will be blondy soon. Currently, I can say hello in Finnish with a good Tampere accent.

I live in the main accommodation facilities of the university, Elms Village. There are many buildings here, and several floors in each one. I am in the ground floor of Oak Avenue 8 and the kitchen and the toilets are shared by eleven students. I am really glad of stay in this floor because most of the people (ten out of eleven) are internationals, so our kitchen is the most international kitchet of the village!

All the people is very friendly, and there aren't dominant nationalities. We have:

• Three American girls.
• Two Polish guys. They study political science and spreads the great Polish Vodka across the worl in their free time.
• One Finnish guy. Computer scientist and our best football player.
• One Netherlands guy. He studies physics but he surprises me sometimes with computer-like comments.
• Our Belgium English expert.
  
• Two for the price of one Portuguese girls. Only one of their live in our building but there are people here that don't know yet what girl.
• One Irish girl. Best English in the floor... and also know a little bit of Spanish (but when she speaks in Spanish I anser in English).
• Me! Spanish pavilion on the top.

In addition, there are more international people that goes (out) with us. Some of them are from Poland, Belgium, Finland (Moro!), Mexico (Jorge, campeón!), and so on.
I don't have (yet) a photo with all the people, but there are some shots with that people.

From Spain to Belfast

I left Spain on September 10 and that day was verrrry long. All my family got up at 6:00 am (CEST) and it was raining. Hopefully, Carlos took us to the airport in his car.

The plan was very simple. Fist of all, I should take a flight from Madrid to London and then another one from Londo to Belfast at 13:50 (local time). It looks a big amount of time between flights but you should notice that I made a bus trip from Gatwick airport to Heathrow -- 80 mins.

Finally, I lost the second flight! But a lot of things happened:

• We boarded almost 2 hours late.
• We waited 10 mins for two guys which names was anounced by the crew. WTF they tell us that?
• The plain spent half an hour taxiing. Maybe we took of on the T4 and we started on the T1.
• Half an hour waiting on the runaway. Maybe waiting for the control tower or maybe the pilot was looking for a contact lens on the floor of the cabin.

Only ten minutes before and I had take my flight.

Waiting the second flight.

Then I tried to get another flight to Belfast for free and it almost worked! But the guy of the air company finally realized that I had that right and I bought another ticket -- 180 quids!!



Another annoying situation occurred when I was waiting for the second (third) flight and I called to the international office in order to say my new arrival time. I was talking with a girl and I was understanding all that she said. When I said that I am from Madrid she ansered: "¡Coño! Eré de Madrí!" with a strong southern Spanish accent.

The rest of the things were OK. The wellcome team managed to get me to my bed.

First post

Hi!

This is my first post and it has two main purposes.

• Testing of the blog.
• Greeting: hola, hello, moro, what's the craic? and so on.

I will try to write all the posts in English, but all of you know my English skills ;)