"Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

Arenys de Mar didn't turned out to be the place I was looking for. One has to kiss many toads before one finds her prince!

Decided to go on with my search, and always on the coast, that's how I met with Gabriella and Sergio. The Argentinian couple that came to live to Spain after many, many years living in the States. It was funny how we instantly clicked!

It was me, as usual, who, and with no consideration at all to anything, (or should I say with the same deference I have received since my arrival here...) I started bitching about this fucked up place called Catalonia, and for that matter but some grades bellow, Spain.

In Sergio I found the perfect ears to deposit all my frustration and despair. He was supposed to show me just a couple of flats. That was something than in any other circumstances would have taken an hour at the most, but in this case, it ended up been a delightfully 5 hour long rendezvous. We even shared a cup of hot Earl Grey, my favorite!

In the end, the business transaction took a second place before what is, and to put it in Bogie's words... "Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship".

Gabriella turned out to be as charming and supporting as Sergio. She was the one to take me to Lloret de Mar. When I walked inside the flat, it didn't take me more than a minute to make up my mind! I guess that deep inside I knew I would know it... Know that I was home. The only thing missing is flatware! No biggie, really!

We left Lloret straight to their office in Pineda, where I signed the pre-contract, and today I will finalize the transaction signing the contract with an option to buy! The whole thing couldn't be more perfect, and who knows, if I can really integrate myself, I might end up been the owner of a flat in the Costa Brava!

The other good news are that I might also get a job working with the F1 circuit... in every country that holds the Grand Prix, except for Brazil.

Life is certainly starting to look better for me... which reminds me of a Spanish saying: "No hay mal que dure cien años... ni cuerpo que lo resista". Which basically means that nothing lasts forever, not even the bad times.