Grenade. I’ve followed the advice of my hypothalamus: “You can’t live in Murcia, ciborium”, so I’ve come to spend a few weeks in the mountains of Granada, at my parents’ house. I also had some pending projects to deliver in these weeks and thought of doing them from here, because, obviously, I am a digital nomad. All I can say about the term is that, in my case, more than a nomad, I am a digital vagabond.
I’m in a small town in the Huáscar region, just a thousand meters above sea level. The nights are cool and the days are pleasant in the shade. There are no more than two thousand residents here, but there is always a certain amount of noise in some bar and there are always many parked cars in the square near the house, which are changed every two or three days. Passersby: We’re in the week leading up to the holidays and it shows. As I’m telling you, I came to work and all I need is my laptop’s flimsy keys and an internet connection that’s neither good nor bad: that’s enough for me. Well, for the first two days, the entire mobile network was down, and I only had access to the internet for a few hours each day.
Rafa, a tobacco seller, a guy my age who I’ve known since we were kids, told me one day that the internet thing is just normal. “They will have to do it at night; you bother less; But of course, ask them to pay the operators for the night if they have to do repairs on the network. I’m going to talk to the mayor and crack them down”, she told me, to which I told her that she was a bitch because of the dataphone and all that, but she explained that there was a problem with the dataphone. No, but it’s a problem in the pharmacy, for example: “For those of us who are from here, it’s fine, because we know each other and if we really need them, you can get them for us.” Can write things.” . But this coming week is a holiday and a lot of people come from abroad. It’s just that it can’t happen.”
The municipal pavilion, football field and swimming pool are delightful. A day out costs barely a few euros and the canteen is a summer drinkers’ paradise. Many facades have been rehabilitated, there are different points with QR codes where you can get information about certain places in the city. For a tourist or second home dweller, the premium rural experience is great, but you can’t get in or out except by car.
The other night, on my way home after dinner at a bar, I ran into some old friends of my parents’ who also have a house there. I don’t know, they’ll have at least eighty-tall. They live in a beautiful house with huge white walls and blue painted wooden windows. In their windows are flower pots with roses and red carnations and both have climber legs which Kilian Jornet does not have. Reason: His house is so high at the top of the ramp that – I can tell you from experience – it’s hard to stay on your feet if you’ve had a couple of wines. He complained that earlier a bus used to pass from here every day. It was the Murcia-Baja route and it took two and a half hours to reach there. Due to less traffic on the route, it no longer stops in the town. “First they put it on Thursdays only, which you can see, then you can’t go back, and then they removed it. They are telling the city council that let’s see what happens, here we are all old people and our families are abroad.
Big cities are desperate to attract the talent they already have, whereas here, it is urgent to attract or adopt not talent, but human men and women of reproductive age – because if not, So there are three days left in this – , they go out of their way to get tourists a good few weeks out of the year. There are no sports halls in empty Spain. No train or bus. Apparently, there isn’t even a stable mobile network that allows you to telework or create listening party From ‘All to Well’. We were joking the other day that if Taylor Swift sat down at the next table to breakfast, no one would recognize her, or at least, no one would bother. He is so foreign that everyone will know he is foreign, but not exactly as he is foreign: they will confine themselves, as any man with half a brain would do, to talking softly and shouting at him. I’d like to know what Taylor Swift thinks about an empty Spain, one that has transcended urban and rural and is on a spiritual or divine level for everyone, her grandmother at a checkpoint, communicationless and far from the hospital. is far. I say this above all because he was born in one such town in Pennsylvania, with the unfortunate circumstance that it is full of Yankees and the nearest hospital is that far away, but it is not public.
Grenade. I’ve followed the advice of my hypothalamus: “You can’t live in Murcia, ciborium”, so I’ve come to spend a few weeks in the mountains of Granada, at my parents’ house. I also had some pending projects to deliver in these weeks and thought of doing them from here, because, obviously, I am a digital nomad. All I can say about the term is that, in my case, more than a nomad, I am a digital vagabond.
I’m in a small town in the Huáscar region, just a thousand meters above sea level. The nights are cool and the days are pleasant in the shade. There are no more than two thousand residents here, but there is always a certain amount of noise in some bar and there are always many parked cars in the square near the house, which are changed every two or three days. Passersby: We’re in the week leading up to the holidays and it shows. As I’m telling you, I came to work and all I need is my laptop’s flimsy keys and an internet connection that’s neither good nor bad: that’s enough for me. Well, for the first two days, the entire mobile network was down, and I only had access to the internet for a few hours each day.
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