Unexpected driving lessons

The weekend of the 15th of August, Sant Quintí de Mediona held it’s town festival. I knew I’d meet old friends and family and it’d be great fun. I also knew I’d get there by car, only not that I’d be alone in it… Let’s call a spade a spade, Sant Quintí is not gracefully…

A Pole and the Three Wise Men

After going on holidays to Madrid using New Year’s Eve as an excuse, a Polish friend visited me in Barcelona. It wasn’t his first time here. Last November we visited the city on foot in four days. That time he learnt the details about the Castanyada; this time he experienced the Three Wise Men’s eve…

My other Master in Analytical Chemistry

This is not the first time I share the acknowledgements of a master—nor my first master, as the title reflects. In these social media times people love being referred to publicly. Let them enjoy this. Acknowledgements It’s funny how you’d always spend time you could use to write your master’s project to add a section…

I’m interviewed at Ràdio Vilafranca

Few of this blog’s readers might know that last Monday 9th of June the radio station of my hometown, Ràdio Vilafranca, broadcasted an interview to me in the magazine Penedès gamma extra. Carla Sanmartín and Daniel García Peris interview bloggers from my hometown area or who write about related topics, e. g. wine, since Penedès…

Swinger no more

I’ve mentioned before—don’t make me check where—that my life is divided in two or three-year cycles, usually because I choose it, but sometimes it just happens. Last September, on Saint Jerome’s day, I announced my retirement from teaching English to study insecticides in dolphins. I’m a pseudo-full-time environmental chemist now indeed. Apart from that, I…

Allow me to be vulgar

Allow me to do something very vulgar, common, ordinary these days. Allow me to publish the commitments I’ve made to myself in private. No, there’s no especial resolution to celebrate a set of 365 days defined by convention—I don’t wait for a change of diary to improve myself. However, I’ve been making some adjustments the…

Advertising camouflaged as gifts

We’ve all used pens with names of banks on them or have worn T-shirts and bags we got from some alcoholic drink. They are offered as gifts, but they are just meant to be free advertising. In summer, the number of hits tends to decrease because readers use the nice weather — although it’s being…

Cooking and university parties

It wouldn’t be the first time I praise improvisation nor the last; however, I’m just going to tell the festive-culinary facts from last week. The girl with whom I lived in Badalona and who’s worked in Ireland for three years told me she was coming to the second world for a week. I was summoned…