I hadn't even been out of my taxi for more than a minute, when I was touching my pockets and realised my phone was stolen. A brand new, super nice Iphone 6. Gone within the first minute in Barcelona. So, I did what anyone would have done: I yelled at the unsuspecting girl next to me to watch my three suitcases (60 kilos in total) and ran after the taxi. No luck unfortunately. All I got left with is a red and sweaty face. Then I got to carry all those 60 kilos in luggage up the stairs. I'm on the fourth floor. FOURTH. And to top it all of I got to meet my new, French (yes, they are literally ALL French) roomies - who are all very cute and pretty - with a face like a tomato, smelling like sweat.
Later I went outside to go to the police station (which I didn't find) only to forget my wallet (back up those stairs), when I found out I couldn't open the front door. So there I was pulling and pushing, when finally after 15 minutes, the door opened. Not by me, but by two guys that lived in the building. I later heard from my roommate that there is nothing wrong with the lock, but that I have to turn the key to the RIGHT and not the left (I mean how was I supposed to know?).
So yeah, that was pretty much my first day here. At least they have season 5 of Suits here on Netflix.
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